alright

This morning I sat in the yard, turning my chair to face the rising, east sun. Forgetting my sunglasses, I took away the blind first by covering my hat with the hood of my sweatshirt, the cold still piercing through my five layers as I watch the dew on the lawn sparkle, Ashley with her NEW red ball looking more like a half back for an NFL team than a retriever and the smoke plow its way toward the heavens.

Later I blocked the brightness with a hat.

I closed my eyes only knowing it was time to throw the ball when I felt it knock into my left thigh, Ashley's mussel always finding a way to dart past the touch of my skin. Amsterdam in February...possible. I thought of my day wishing I too 'could meet someone on first avenue in New York'. I sat and listened to Dead Can Dance and wanted the circus I cannot recall. I listened and listened and finally conceded to the sting of the December air. A little more rested and feeling alright...

wall

I stared at my shadow against the wall until only the wall was staring back, a neutral color, little texture with the exception of the soil stains that have been left, mostly by me, on the light switch near the door.

The light remained constant and my silhouette once well defined, now faded and unrecognizable to my eyes. It is non descriptive and the neutrality of the not so well painted wall is all I see.