2 sisters & 1 mama & just enough
University students strolling between classes, holding young love lightly by one hand and a lifeline blackberry tightly in the other.
Meditative movements, a nowhere place where my presence is filled with absence, where my hardness slowly relinquishes itself, along the edges, to a softening and I learn so much from nothing.
Great radio programming.
A line of tall trees, stately and aloof, standing in silhouette against a richly hued, paling november sunset. Gradually they fade to nothing, merging with the darkness which has crept beneath my eyelids.
White towels hanging stiffly on a chilled morning clothesline.
Spontaneous applause, in any situation.
Nutmeg & ginger sugar scrub rubbed in firm, satisfying circles on my back by a strong, loving and lingering hand.
Biceps which burn and bunch up, straining to squeeze out a finally repetition, finally failing and feeling the pump.
Smiles as they play across her face, a gentle flowing shifting like a soft breeze in a garden.
Hanging bed linens on the clothesline on a frosty crisp November morning.
Pink hair on spirited daughters.
A viral infection loosening its tenacious grip on my spent bronchial tubes.
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Evenings spent with him, holding hands and laughing and sharing looks. Evenings spent like this, regardless of what fills the minutes.
Sunrises and sunsrises. No two the same. No two experienced the same way. Colours which collide with my consciousness, clouds which reflect my inner landscapes, warmth in the rays of the sun, frankenstein coming to life.
Relativity.
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Local maple syrup, despite the economics of a poor year.
Being at home, alone, for the night. When did this last happen?
Three hours every Tuesday and Thursday evening which, in advance, feel like a huge burden, but in retrospect pass quickly, with a lot of energy, tonnes of sweat, big smiles, and an air of excitement.
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A very pleasant walk through downtown in the afternoon sun with the youngest of the 2sisters.
Elbows resting in open windows stereos loud with booming bass lines as self assured young men in souped up cars flash their smiles at the idling holiday monday sidewalk traffic.
Friends who run their first 5k and finish it feeling like another.
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Morning showers which are hot and steamy after a long run in the cool morning air.
Running under a full moon; feeling speckish and a part of it all, amorphous, skinless, uncontained and incredibly content.
When he waits, over an hour, for me to return from my morning run so we can share breakfast together.
Silly funny donkeys cavorting with the cattle in a roadside pasture, making me smile every time I pass.
The unyielding soft smoothness of my beechwood desk, familiar and comforting under my hands, arousing a nostalgia for childhood smells of lumber yard hide and seek.
Telephones which do not ring.
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