Light and shadows at once. The dark sides of trees against a lit up lawn and sky. The light and the shade both suck us in. And we suck in light and shadow. We are both. We are neither. We are the full scene. And more. A more without end.
There’s a phrase, “A knot in my chest.” It is not, “A knot in my heart.” Why?
A strange day of mixed messiness I see from my back porch while I sip. I see shadows, and the brightness of sunshine, but no blue sky. Lots of birds singing love songs to prospective mates, and a distant lawnmower’s soothing drone, human industry and imposition of neatness. Messy mix
Coffee before the sun comes up. But there was no sunrise today. The gray dawn grew merely more brightly gray