Just got back from taking kitchen swill to the compost bin, me and Fenway. He watched his fish friends in the pond, and almost caught a frog. Me, I sat in a folding stool, watching the clouds scudding aloft, passing clouded thoughts of all the miracles I saw today, and thanking God for treasures beyond measure and love brimming full. “Thank you God,” was all i could say.
Swallows were diving and swirling across the sky like spent bronze bullets, and the wind blew falling leaves their way so you couldn’t tell the two apart; swallow and leaf.
It was a rich moment. Next time, you come too.