☝PRESS PLAY, GO AHEAD☝
Last night I posted my song “Clear Blue Sky.” At the time, I didn’t connect it to the day I had just spent with Bob. An unseasonably light-filled and warm day, we walked bare foot on the sandy beach. Bob picked mint leaves for me and crumpled them slightly – held them out for me to smell. So tender and minty fresh. We drank Chardonnay. We kissed. And laughed. A lot.
We acted out the whole song, except for the rain falling from a clear blue sky. [That part happened once when I was alone. It rained for a couple of minutes from what was apparently a perfectly blue sky.]
Bob and I also watched 5 deer run across the ice-covered lake, past the island, hurrying toward the far shore. And 2 ice fisherman who weren’t afraid, as we were, of falling through the ice.
We watched the sun sink low like blueberry plants with red leaves.
Clear Blue Sky was fiction. Bob and I made it true.
I’m holding onto this one. Tomorrow: a painting of the wintergreen mint.
Once I saw a flock of ducks sitting in a large field in V formation. Not eating, not quacking. Resting. Resting. Sometimes we all need to rest in a field, doing nothing. [No sleeping in blueberries though!]