| August 5, 2018
The kind of breeze that dances with one leaf, then another, then another, moving across the surface of a tree like a dance floor, until every leaf has been addressed and eased into a new position – until the dance card has been completed.
A peaceful Sunday morning in the summer. No voices, no barking dogs. Occasionally the sound of a passing car miles away, but that’s all. Even the breeze is silent.
It’s a painted backdrop day. Beautiful. Still. The sky is that kind of clean, clear blue that’s impossible to replicate in paintings. You can come close, but you never quite reach it. Nature wins again.
Happy clouds dot the sky. Cotton candy clouds that have only shown up for the decorative effect. They’re in no hurry to get anywhere. They’re just hanging out, doing that white-and-fluffy thing that clouds do so well.
I’m looking out over the bay– calm as calm can be. The boats look whiter today, brighter in the Sunday sun. I always wonder if the people who live on these boats know each other. Are they friends? Neighbors? Do they borrow cups of sugar from each other? I wonder.
It’s a perfect day today to do nothing. Absolutely nothing. Just sit. And be. And let the gentle breeze address your mind………………and ease you into a new position.
You can be grateful and easy, with no eyes on you, and no past. Summer just opens the door and lets you out.”
– Deb Caletti, Honey, Baby, Sweetheart
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