Seems - every year - they’re the same faces.
They’re not.
And - every year - at just this time…I think.
This season…this moment - is my favorite.
It’s not.
There is no one favorite.
Each has its own gifts.
Each is all so very very good.
Wheels of White
A blanket of summer whites
Cooling - in these last dog days of hot summer.
Already - the light is fading.
The wheels are turning.
The circles…the cycles…the seasons - changing.
Alien Invasion
Aliens from outer space.
Newly landed.
Checking out this blue planet called earth.
To their right - were nothing but cornfields.
To their left - a herd of wild bovines silently grazing.
No earth creatures within view.
Nothing else to do…nowhere else to be.
They continue their march. Forward.
* * *
Blinking my eyes. Shaking my head in disbelief.
Reminding myself - I’m still experiencing the world thru the imaginary eyes of a 4-year old.