I was at Mom's yesterday. She needs someone there most of the time now. Although my brother helps a lot, my days are way too full. My back hurts. The house is a mess. I am scattered. Sometimes just putting a few scraps together makes me feel more together. I enjoy the sense that all those little separate bits are still one somehow. That pieces of a story that fell apart can be put back together in some useful way. The sun rose warm like a promise this morning. The view is more open through the storm thinned trees. It is almost like some trees fell down to give me a sense of space and a better view of the old sea. I suppose any change is a gift of new vision. It is a December walking day. Now where did I put my shoes?
an almost september sea is quite different from a summer sea. it just is. yesterday was the first day of crisp dryness, the sunlight was clear and sparkly and not like august sun at all. the Man rested his back...and i swear, i caught the first autumn leaf, windswept, fallen, but still caught in summer's glow. just like that. and i was amazed.