What about those days we don't want to write anything? Or say anything? Maybe one day it would be nice just to set a spell, in my little concrete yard. Especially lately, with the freesias overflowing their pots, their scent enveloping the atmosphere. Sweet but not too sweet. The sun warming my cheeks and the breeze carrying a hint of cool. Wouldn't it be nice to just sit? No responsibilities. No mouths to feed, no dog poop to pick up, no one calling on the phones....
This morning as soon as I opened my bedroom shade, the City glowed yellow in the rising morning sun. I took it in-- the tall buildings yellow and black and emerging -- and maybe that was my moment today of quiet....Or maybe I'll steal another one later, when the sun is on its way down and the clouds that I don't even know are there -- those gauze-like bits of connected moisture -- begin to show themselves, to light up, their own special pink-yellow color that is reserved for clouds at sunset....Yeah, maybe that's it...I'll look forward to sitting quiet in my backyard chair in about twelve hours...and until then, lots of other moments in the spaces....
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