7/20/2009

There's something magical about this day. The sun is falling just so, in an angle that whispers fall even though it is high summer. A chunky cloud shaded the back yard, all of it except the flower garden in the back. It didn't want me to miss it. When a slight breeze came through, Jasmine lifted her head, as if to surprised at a breath of new air. A huge dragonfly unknowingly danced with a small, white butterfly exploring the daisies. Dappled sunlight. And if only I sit facing east, I have all the time in the world.