Today I love the butter cream clouds in the morning’s Azure sky. I love the soft sweet lull of this end of Summer’s days and hours and minutes. I love that the count down is on and at 4:02 this afternoon, my new favorite season will start. I love the rusty gate hinge sounds that the blue jays make this time of year, the cheery calls of the chickadees, and the always mournful tones of the mourning doves. I love the softness of Autumn’s approach, as if she knows we cannot take the sudden onset of harsher weather. I love her caring ways as she puts the weakened earth gently to bed to rest through the cold, clean night of winter and ready itself to spring back into life fully recharged. I love that we get to stand watch through that winter season and see that awakening unfold in all its wonder. I love that no spring or summer ever came around without a winter’s rest and so, the surest sign of those welcome seasons is the coming of autumn and then winter. And I truly love the gentle lowering of our hopes and hearts into the fall’s brilliant colors, like slowly easing ourselves into the bay on a late September day.
Today I love that it is Friday and so, once again, it is open mic day at the good old Bleeding Carrot. I love that there are so many entertaining things going on in this little city of mine that it is impossible for anyone to see them all. We are so lucky to be so immersed in so much culture and fun. I love when this city comes together to celebrate, even if it is to celebrate loss, because so much of our town knows that celebrating loss is the “half empty” way of saying that we are celebrating the good we have had in our lives, the joy we have shared and been given, the memories we will always carry with us.
Today I love honey on buttered homemade bread. I love crickets chirping in the dooryard. I love the rustle of the first fallen leaves across the concrete drive. I love that there is fresh cut grass yet to be smelled, water yet to be swum in, walks yet to be taken, laughter yet to be had, and joy yet to be experienced in this world. I love that there is still our turn to finish before we pass on the torch to others. I dearly love that there were those who have gone before us that showed us how not to live, and those who did indeed show us how it should be done.
Today I love drinking my coffee in quiet awe of the beauty of the butter cream clouds.