I’m on my way to bed. Hoping that one day I’ll look in the mirror and the shadows under my eyes will have faded in darkness. Some days it’s easy to get down. How it would bolster my comfort in the world to know what’s for dinner, but at least there are endless possibilities for dinner. I need to repeat to myself that everything has a way of working out perfectly, and to remind myself that things have a way of happening better than expected. That even though I feel stuck, so much has been happening, and so much good unfolding.
Here is what I’ve noticed lately.
Pink and blue clouds of the crepuscular sky reflected calico on the smooth water near the shore.
Sliver of a crescent moon in the sky, earthshine moon behind. Twice reflected sunlight or moonglow mist. Venus brighter than the moon and hovering below its lapel. Not a star, belied by its steady gaze. Stellar scintillation happening overhead though, a tiny twinkling to the left.
Clutches of crows lifting off rooftops like smoke or dandelion seeds against blue sky, white clouds like ridges in sandbars.
Yesterday we returned to the lagoon and on the beach in front of where we pulled up a stately and elegant swan stood at the water’s edge, facing us. It stayed still for some time, towering over the ducks which surrounded it like cygnets around a protector. Yesterday also, I wore a summer dress and J dug our yard into a garden.