...three thirty five.
If there is any secret to this life I live,
this is it: the sound of what cannot be seen sings within everything that can.
& there is nothing more to it than that.
i cleared the deck of snow.
i enjoyed my coffee.
as i sat out there.
as i sat.
i enjoyed the moments of nothing.
the neighbors rooster crowing.
the eves dripping.
addison sitting on the deck's edge...
listening for mice beneath the snow.
the sun shining.
warming my face.
despite the temperature.
many moments of nothing for this morning.
that made for extraordinary moments.
welcome to coffee hour.
welcome to this Sunday morning.