Shouldn't…but Do

Busy of late.  Measuring, pouring,  mixing words.  Storms pass, more to come.   But the road seems firm.  Even footing is good, steer clear of worn potholes glistening with flies, familiar stench.

In my neck of the woods winter has been mild.  What could have been snow today was rain – the story of the season.  Moisture delivered without treachery and transportation ill.

Now the sun is full out, sky is blue with high clouds kicking up at the rim of the horizon.  A large flock of crows caught my eye, heading north.  Smart birds those ones.

The light is long this afternoon, like a waning summer day, sepia tone overlay.  You know the look,  memory before your eyes.

What a gift to wander this world, walk its streets,  ride within a body that still works, feels deeply.

There is something to the light this afternoon – trying to tell me something.  What a gift to wander this world.