I wind down this wild, weather-whipped Wednesday with a tribute to my niece and my bride. My niece, visiting for a week, is the picturesque focus of this painterly snapshot. And Susan managed to capture this cinematic moment between exiting a massage and preparing a tasty dinner for the three of us. Several hours later the elixir is still potent, mist mingling prose…
Minutes like these bend time. Blur boundaries. Blend sensations with memories and daydreams. Minutes like these — suspended between trees, between daytime and nighttime, between lived fact and read fiction, between vacation and school, vacation and work — invite wondering and wandering. Court questions more than answers. Remind us to linger a little longer, to let go, to yield.
Mist Mingling Prose
Niece reads in hammock
from golden hour to gloaming,
mist mingling prose.
A hammocking haiku softened with sundown vapors (and escape into the pages of a good book.)