every day, monday through friday, it is the same thing. get up. get ready. get to work.
and so i do.
and the one minute before i park the car and head for the office door, that exact one minute before, each and every time, has me rounding a corner, offa the busy street and into our little office neighborhood. and the summer sunlight is coming up over the mountains just so. the day is still new and fertile with possibilites.
and i see them.
i see them everyday. the little blue flowers.
it seems that they are only visible in the morning light... something about the angle of the sun and the still drawn-out shadows and the forgiving nature of morning. they disappear by noon, evaporate against the washed out gray-brown of the hills, the pale pale pale noon blue sky that makes your eyes crinkle. by then they are gone.
but in the morning the flowers glow a light blue, a fairy periwinkle. they shimmer like a fresh-water mirage against the surrendered landscape of the vacant lot. they dance. they beckon.
they're just weeds. silly weeds that prevail even after the tractors have come by and mowed down all the brush. silly weeds that know exactly just how to manipulate the early morning sunshine in such a way that it pushes your heart into a thankful little pre-day acknowledgement.
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notes from today:
» sunset over bishop's peak from tiss
» today there was a fire and i don't even know for sure where it was or how it started (tho tiss was telling terrible bird in wire next to prison stories) but fire is always scary. always alway always. and coincidentally with tissa's sunset pics, the fire smoke was so bad we couldn't even see bishop's today at lunch. it just went Madonna and then nuthin.
»: for all of you who have been hearing me coo over bishop's peak, here is a great gallery of bishop's pics. ;)
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