it's 4:30 pm...D. is still working. boyworld has moved out into the neighborhood for those last moments of daylight.
i am alone. (well, mostly...hound patrol is sleeping at my feet!)
looking around i see a million things i 'should' do...i even start to do some of them. not so good.
can't i see...12. the sun sifting through the clouds in the west after a day of steady, soaking, much-needed rain13. the water droplets sparkling like jewels from every branch & leaf14. the mist caressing the perfectly still water on the bayenough.
i grab the camera...write some words...light a candle...read some lines
breathe deeply of the peaceful solitude...st. anthony was lead into the desert to live 18 years of solitude...may i be so wise as to relish today's gift of 18 minutes of my own calling for solitude.