When I was young, I was a city girl. And this was my city. ☝ Continue reading “High Rises and Plush Nature”
Graceful describes her entrance
Radiance surrounds her skin.
All heads turn toward her in awe
when she speaks.
Even strangers inquire,
how to attain the serenity she exudes.
Nary a word spoken,
yet her wisdom is apparent.
Having turned hardship into opportunity,
her experience is enlightenment.
No signs of pompous external flash.
Not dependent on youth for worth.
The old woman manifests,
I wrote the above prose some time ago. What do you think it’s about? Could it be about Christie Brinkley’s photo-shoot for the swimsuit edition of Sports Illustrated from several weeks ago?
I don’t know how to do it. I have no idea how to function in chaos. I’m terrible in an emergency. I don’t know how to explain it, but my brain doesn’t connect the dots in disorganization. My mind freezes. You may have figured this out about me when I wrote about getting a call that my husband had an accident.
I’m enjoying the sound of rain tapping on the aluminum porch roof. We get so little of it here, until summertime. What a welcome change. I think our dog, Max, is enjoying it too. He’s resting by my side, his ears perched in the direction of the sounds.
This probably won’t get posted until a day when the sunshine is out again, but I’ll be able to look back at this and smile about the cool, cool rain.
And now I transition to 3 days after the wonderful rain, and a surprise thing has happened (that’s sarcasm). It’s sunny in the sunshine state this morning. No more rain. Don’t know when it will return. Though, it’s a rare cool morning. I sit and type this with windows open and a crisp breeze brushes my bare arms. I wear a sleeveless shirt in preparation for the hot summer sun this afternoon. Dreaming of a day with more cool, cool, rain …