I love that the clouds look like a thin glaze dragged and streaked across blue silk. I love that the sun sees right through their sad attempt to block its light from blasting through my windows.
Today I love the call of ravens across the wet landscape of another warm wet autumn day. Days like today will be fewer and farther between soon enough, but other days will take their place, days with their own worthy qualities.
Today I love coffee with the moon, that’s a memory I’ll keep for some time. Dark roast for a dark and mighty super moon in total eclipse.
Today I love the solitude of country mornings. I love the sun shining over the rise to the east and lighting the other side of the valley to the west. I love the quiet of mornings at country retreats.
Today I love the tenacious ivy and wild grape vine clinging to the old brick walls. I love the way they metaphorically shrug their shoulders when you clip them away from windows, doors, and gutters.
Today I love that every day when I get up, the first thing I do is check the sky. It’s never the same twice, and even when it’s solid grey,…
“I promise myself every time you show up that I will not let you lead me on, only to be dropped in three short months into the hands of beautiful, crystalline Winter. Every year I promise, and every year …”
” … it looks like the edge of a knife that has cut the trailing end of the blanket of night off to let the day shine through. I love how every morning looks so similar and yet so … “
I love the homogeneous cacophony of squeals and laughter and unbridled joy that crashes up on my beach, wave after wave, from the ocean of childhood over there.
That good old morning sun, drying up the condensation from the party that the evening threw for itself since it had almost no company to share itself with. Luckily the deck was available and also alone, so it and the evening were alone and together.