[Soft*Silver]

enjoying the quietness of my neighborhood on a cool late summer day. The colors that come quietly into my house during the daytime are likened to the color of the sun that has come around just one more time...

the neighbors are out after work, mowing grass, usually done on the weekened. Bit today the house next to mine was being demolished. So rather than come and stare openly, they perform a task and eyeball out their peripheries for steals of visuals they will compare notes with later, at some little league game or holy communion practice.

my birds are collecting their kin and preparing either for a long winter or a long winter's journey. Neither one is prefered or easy. Yet gaily they sing. Imagine humans having a language where one sang their thoughts and spoke their communications. Well, beyong musicals and Glee....

My flesh is coloring back up, recently drained of color from the insult of surgery. And as more swelling goes down, and more people come to visit, they all acknowledge the obvious..my love handles are gone. Not from aging or overeating, My hernia was so overdone that it spilled off the sides and collapsed a lung and moved my heart out of its way so it could create those rolls. I spent the day admiring my good fortune....

and in the golden haze of the day, it was not lost on me the colors of the downstairs, filled with golds and muted pinks and neutral greens. To watch the sun spread across it was like listening to music fall from a musical instrument...beautiful in its movement and equally beautiful in its expression as it unfolds across something else...

this is the end of the preparation and even the end of the harvest. We have toiled and stored, eaten well and saved. Come leaner times, our bellies willl be filled. The soft texture of today allowed me moments to rest, to luxuriate in the light of one of the last days of this season...

it mattered not if I was waking up or falling asleep...when I found myself suddenly "present", there I was....smiling.....