High Pressure Blue

I call days like today, high pressure blue, and they are my favorite. They almost always follow stormy weather—sharp color, crisp breeze, a rising half-moon, does it get any better than this? For me, the answer is no. This day can erase weeks of sadness. This day reminds me of unlimited potential waiting to become breathing reality. This day is a day to reset. Focus. Listen. I hear the faraway shrill of a soaring hawk, the cacophony of caws from a murder of unseen crows and the sweet peeps of birds hiding deep in the neighbor’s Leyland Cypress. I am humbled and ever so grateful for Life. It has been a good day.

Peace