Our mid afternoon nap.
His paws twitching, his gentle whimpers.
The Yellow Goldfinch and his cousins.
Tiny claws clutching the perches at the feeder.
Beak on seed. Velvet hammer tap, tap, tapping.
Man still searching for a matching, lemon color palette.
Long Train Runnin’. The Doobie Brothers.
A 3.5 minute nostalgic carpet ride.
Foot tapping, lip syncing, and running the math.
40 years ago!
Melancolía filling the pauses.
The Coldstone vanilla milk shake.
Thick gobs of deliciousness pulled through the straw.
Again and again.
Its lazy days.
Its hushed evenings.
August’s final murmur.
I perfectly recall the elephant’s eye and the whale’s eye that blinked.
I skipped counting individual drops in favor of the general feeling of rain.
Inspired (again and again) by Jim Harrison & Ted Kooser:
Now that I’m older
I perfectly recall
the elephant’s eye and
the whale’s eye that blinked.
I’m much better at watching rain.
I skip counting individual drops
in favor of the general feeling of rain.