
A thousand days can come and go
and I will never take you for granted.
maps
pine cones
laughing with Philip
watching birds fly
watercolors
reading
the smell of old books
soft blankets
morning cup of coffee
jewelry with exotic stones
photography
velvet
soft white rice
sunday mornings
the moon reflecting on the water
BellaDonna following me from room to room
books about art
the smell of pencils
a new notebook
the forest
rainy nights
the sound of geese
creamy lipstick
the smell of spring
blue hydrangeas
spicy perfume
acoustic guitar
the blue light of dawn
glass marbles
a pot of rosemary
white cake
collage art
the smell of a simmering breakfast
gin and tonic
1967 Shelby Mustang
a worn side chair
steamy cup of tea
tree branches
a walk in the woods
the sound of a distant train
fresh black pepper
friends on a porch
afternoon nap
I see this river every day. Herons fly past our windows and geese call out through the early morning mist. Sometimes I see fish breaking the surface of the water and riding a perfect arc on their splashy return. Barges sail by, heavy and intimidating throughout the night and day. Ducks with iridescent colors swim the quick current downriver towards the city.
I am grateful for this beauty today.