Looking out the window at slow drizzle falling from dull gray, overcast skies...if my life had a lover, it would be a day such as this. Absent is the cold bite of an Arctic front, sadly, not a perfect day, but close.
Mist collects on loropetalum leaves until a single drop of water is born, then quickly dies, slipping quietly away to unknown universes on the ground.
Bright red maple leaves, soaked to the bone, release their grip from skeletal limbs one by one, accepting their fate. A mass of red, blankets sleeping zoysia until she awakens next spring.
I live for quiet moments. These singular, eternal moments, stretch into forever and make up the tapestry of Life. Find beauty where you can. Be humble. Be kind. Give thanks.
Peace
