Free, open air... Wings pounding, I frightened the whole flock when I crept close to water's edge to take the photo. Suddenly, the water glassed over, the air hovering... I suddenly wished I'd set the camera to film a video... Because, suddenly the photo op was "vanished" right before my eyes... It reminded me of one of those speak easies in the Twenties that quickly turns into an office... Boom!
I wanted them to know me as a friend, intrusive only to know them, see them better... The seasons changing temperament much the same, one slick day of balmy weather yields to a rush of wintry, wet rain... Tonight I light my candle, a wood wick that sputters comfortable companionship... Listening to the rising winds, the rain splaying on the tired wooden frame of this old house... I gather in supplies to comfort my restlessness. And by supplies, I'm afraid I mean snacks! And a book, a deck of gypsy cards.. A little date with Netflix... Ball of yarn, and the thing I'm missing is a cat. I guess I will just get an imaginary kitty tonight, name her Sally... For all my good cats have been Sally... (Except Amber...and Koga... And Boots... )
Sometimes a few extra minutes and an ounce of grey weather allow me to focus, center, and have a little down time .....at a local lake, in my own little niche, within my heart.