Because a life unexamined is lived without intention.
Monday, June 10, 2013
A quarter to eight found me with feet tucked up, curled into a chair on the porch. An indian print shawl of gold and black and umber draped over a chocolate sundress that smelled faintly of the fajitas and saffron rice of dinner. A glass of wine upon the table beside me; a novel, pages slightly tacky in the humid air, resting in my lap. Suddenly the dark clouds that have scuttled across the sky all afternoon broke in the evening breeze, golden light burst through the air--June's last stand on a day decidedly resembling April.
And it began to rain.
Oh, the splendor that is sunlit rain! Were that I had such a camera to capture the jewel-like waterfall that cascaded from the heavens, as if Mother Nature had held her aqueous breath all day and then let it out in a glorious deluge of glittering waves... It seemed the world paused. The leaves of the dogwood danced in tune with the giant oak across the way; the herbs along the rails shimmied, their essence painting the air with the scent of green and warmth and delicious promise. Paper pages of lust and love and death forgotten under damp kisses on my cheeks and soft wet trails across my shoulder, the seduction of summer.
The rain has passed now, the sunlight faded into the grey that announces the arrival of the night. The patter of drips are a piano that plays along with my thoughts...as I await the return of my love.