First day of rain.
Wide eyed and ready for nothing.
Kissed my love. Crept out of bed… tip of the toe-ing down the steel spiral staircase.
Sheer gown and boots, collecting kindling in that first rain stench of heaven.
Kettle on… wood speaking that perfect hiss, pop, sizzle. Exhaling every breath deeply, naturally.
James, Carly, Crosby and Nash.
Dylan is here too… usually is… speaking his reasons of rhymes unobtrusively…
“A person is a success if they get up in the morning and get to bed at night and in between does what he wants to do.”
Rockin’ slow on our little creaky rocker.
Today… today I am thoroughly content with stillness and ease.
Happy Fall to you all.
I’ll be spending the weekend practicing this here harmonica, wandering through our backyard Northern California Redwoods, and running through wet dewy fields. Hope your weekends are filled with all things that make you full and happy.