old signs painted on buildings
lost thoughts on the edge of summer storms
the afternoon sun filtering through emerald leaves
nostalgia on a cloudy day
blue jays responding to one another
gratitude as the day curls into itself
this book, again The Paper Garden, An Artist Begins Her Lifes’s Work at 72 by Molly Peacock
walks on new streets
deer at dusk
this song, Chevy Van by Sammy Johns, 1973
days of rain
maine coon cats
coffee on a tiny side porch
a basket of fresh cintronella
Looking out the window after a very hard day, my husband says, “Oh wow”, and I join him to find a huge 7pt buck about 15 feet away. He sees us watching him and he is still, statuesque. Then, he turns and saunters across a busy road (where no cars were coming either way) and into another canopy of dense, deep green forest. Swaying his huge hips over brambles and branches, he is taken back into the womb-like evergreen woods.
Later that night, I think, it wasn’t such a bad day after all.