I’m thinking today about impermanence, about flight, about how still the skies were in the absence of jets. How crystalline beautiful the days were that Autumn, with a sky razor blue and all the senses alert. This morning I went running on a ridge where I could see the mountains and the bay. Dappled light, birdsong, the marvel of flowers I’d never seen before.
And yet I found myself remembering. Today’s sky was blue, but that other sky is trapped in amber, and I carry it with me.
don wilmer says
I loved this one. Sort of refreshing, a bit in compartments, though. (May be that’s the sense I get)!