how many colors can we count in a day…forever shades unfold, following growth and change
Birds fill each morning with song, their notes a backdrop to the rising sun.
Look up, for the light is leaving, another chapter closing. Trees stand as witnesses, wise with knowing.
Moments flow by, some captured in memory, most lost. The days of flowering are here. Will I stop to drink in this minute, this morning, this day?
There’s something about walking the neighborhood in evening’s waning light, of taking this time to be present for the changing of the guard, from day into night. My muscles release the stresses built up during the day – the work, the care taking, the decisions that come with each new hour. For a brief time,Continue reading “reset”
silent gatherings range the sky, their whispers gilded by sun’s descent
Enter the space where scents breathe, intoxicate… where colors cry in sunset shades.