Late Night (August)
Late night, August. Windows wide open. Sounds of the waterfall on the pond which needs to be rid of its decaying leaves but continues to sparkle under the fairy lights designed by one who enraptures my heart... like the kiss of rain upon the hollyhocks my father loved. A dear friend has just left after a long overdue dinner and conversation he's seen me through my all a friend who hopefully will be in my life until one of us exits. and to whom I've just opened these questions of my heart. The washing machine hums with the memories of another, a bliss filled night and those more mundane. I step out with the dogs both overcoming a stomach flu and sleepless nights for all of us. two stars - perhaps distant galaxies catch my eye and then the entire universe opens her gown revealing stars upon stars upon stars... That's where God is in the in between of here and there where I find myself now love the baby stage of what could be the grandest adventure...
