Sunrise. The light tide continues to come in. Another month before the solstice when the light tide begins its' retreat. Savoring these early morning first lights, running to see you at 4:30 AM. Then. 4:15 AM. Then 4 AM....until those mornings I run out at 3:45 AM never looking back. Medicine mornings. Every one.
From beneath the railing but over the top.
From beneath the railing but over the top.
Good morning, Moon.
Good morning, Moon.
Last week he tells me from across the street that he'd like more anti-microbial wipes if I have any. I did because of you Dear Anonymous.
Last week he tells me from across the street that he'd like more anti-microbial wipes if I have any. I did because of you Dear Anonymous. He was using them on the bus even though the bus driver was also wiping surfaces down.
'I wipe down what I can before I sit down. I wipe down everywhere I touch before I leave... The bus driver thanked me.'
On another day at another time I would have hugged him, or maybe just put my hand on his arm to acknowledge that I heard that last part.
'The bus driver thanked me.'
That held such tenderness. I remember wilting.
Instead I left the wipes, and a coffee card and clean socks
( which he recycles where he shelters, so that they can be washed and used again ) on the granite step where he will walk and pick them up.
I will remain wondering if he knows how buoyed I was by his response.
Everyone distant. Everyone thick as thieves. Love arrows arcing through the air covered in masks and gloves.
It was dark this morning. Sodden with half a foot of spring snow. Poor man's fertilizer. I think of Maple snow. And I think of the men at the ferry terminal. Displaced and without home are congregating as they do every morning. This morning? They actually are maintaining to 6' distances. This makes me so happy. I leave a bag of socks and coffee cards they distribute amongst themselves.
A tip of the hat, some really sweet responses through the air.
Everyone distant. Everyone thick as thieves. Love arrows arcing through the air covered in masks and gloves.
#notcancelled #loveatfirstlight #loveatfirstsight
#notcancelled #loveatfirstlight #loveatfirstsight
Trying To Get A Handle On It
Trying To Get A Handle On It
News of the World and Relief from the Coldest
News of the World and Relief from the Coldest
Winter home. Oh, buoy.
Winter home. Oh, buoy.
Understanding, he said, would be rare. Then he said, 'Don't wait for it.'
Understanding, he said, would be rare.
Then he said, 'Don't wait for it.'
I start to wonder if they arranged it this way.
I start to wonder if they arranged it this way.