birthday
Next week there is a party for a 3rd Birthday. A piñata is promised.
I smile at a jumble of images in my mind.
I see a stick – thwacking the piñata to get at the good you know is inside.
I see my mind asking the same question over and over. If my question is a piñata…
under achievers
I am always astonished when small beetle bugs insist on crawling under my feet instead of over and around the obstacle.
Shows dogged spunk – and it tickles – so I am the mountain leveraged and moved.
Early morning solace
The stars were already a little bit dull at 4:35 a.m. There were no clouds and no moon this morning. I was pleased to be outside for the first birdcall of the day – it was mockingbird.
The dawn was simple - none of the pale colors could actually be called colors.
