Last night, back from Boston, all of us let out
and walked and fed and pet and settled in, time seemed to expand and fill, as
we sat and the earth turned and the day slowly came to a close.
Off I went to pick up some dinner fish and meat, some green beans and shallots and yams, then pulled by the Connecticut, just to stop in and say hello.
It was a golden evening everywhere, it seemed, golden shafts of light filtering down between thick languorous clouds. Red Tail Hawks dancing and chasing and twirling in the windy evening far above. The Mallards gone from the seasonal field ponds that are gone, dried up, as we make our way into May.
Insects proliferating, bees visiting the beautiful Pansies brought over by a dear one, and blossoming for all they can.
As time seems so pliant, so indeterminate, while we sit after a delicious meal,
holding hands, laughing at this and that, taking turns on the BIomat (oh great
purveyor of health ) .
Mulling over the day; veering not too far
from now.
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