Quiet of the day

Looking out at the sky filling with thin icy clouds so high above, I can almost fool myself into thinking it is cool outside...it looks like it should be. I want it to be. Last night, just before bedtime, I turned off the back porch light and locked the door and stood there looking out into the black of night, the big wind chimes singing, reminding me of snow and ice. I want summer to be over. By this time of the year, you look for signs that the summer heat will soon be over. You dream, you hope and you plan for the cool of autumn.

The living room is still draped in shades of gray as the sun has not found its way into the front windows. The colors are muted, old looking, colorless, silent looking, if you can imagine that. It's the quiet part of the day, before the blinds are pulled up and the sounds of inside chores begin. No music playing in the background, no cars driving by the house....just quiet. Its a prayerful, meditative time of the day. Emery is outside doing his morning chores....I see him walk past the window, his face set to the task until he sees me watching him then he smiles with all the love shining out of his being, just for me. A wave and a blown kiss. I wonder how these simple quiet moments can be captured forever, I want to remember the simple ordinary.

Time for chores, time to wander the property, soaking it all in. Maybe, some dreaming...of winter and cold.