Early this morning, yet another remarkable
person shows up. I run out to thank them, while he's getting his coat on, things
ready to go, and they always apologize for being 10 minutes early. Go figure.
I tell them how much i wish I could bring him, and how thankful I am that they are. How I hope it will be a simpler day, versus a complicated inhumanly long day, and then off they go.
Out back, this part of the world is awakening. Someone wild is making all sorts of noises down in the outwaters of the neighborhood.
I bring the boyo out back, and he finds where a female Coyote came by, not too long ago. You can see the disturbed grasses and the heavy dew moved by her footsteps. And the female part? Welll, she urinated right at the edge of the property, between garden and woods, as in 'MINE'. And when Dante came upon the urine, he stayed for quite awhile, due to the female pheromones. Ah yes, all in a day.
In the meantime, my beloved is off on his way to Boston with some wonderful interesting person. And the sky is a deep shifting pink, with the half moon lingering far overhead, the stars bright and shining out there in the universe, whether they still be there now, or like photographs, are what we retain of our existence- light, moving through the galaxy light years later.
I tell them how much i wish I could bring him, and how thankful I am that they are. How I hope it will be a simpler day, versus a complicated inhumanly long day, and then off they go.
Out back, this part of the world is awakening. Someone wild is making all sorts of noises down in the outwaters of the neighborhood.
I bring the boyo out back, and he finds where a female Coyote came by, not too long ago. You can see the disturbed grasses and the heavy dew moved by her footsteps. And the female part? Welll, she urinated right at the edge of the property, between garden and woods, as in 'MINE'. And when Dante came upon the urine, he stayed for quite awhile, due to the female pheromones. Ah yes, all in a day.
In the meantime, my beloved is off on his way to Boston with some wonderful interesting person. And the sky is a deep shifting pink, with the half moon lingering far overhead, the stars bright and shining out there in the universe, whether they still be there now, or like photographs, are what we retain of our existence- light, moving through the galaxy light years later.
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