Thursday, August 04, 2011


MOSAIC


So there we were on a perfect blue-sky summer afternoon, all of us out on the deck, Echo napping on the big futon spread out in the shade while the Trio of Brio sat on the edge eating fresh watermelon, I standing near the door sipping iced coffee watching the far thunderheads rise in skycolumns of crisp white high above the blue shock of the Lake, over here the deep air itself flowing softly over us bearing the rich scent of summer growth-- blossoms and catkins, grass and trees, swelling rice heads in their imperial green robes nodding with wealth in the long late sun, the bamboo and weeping cherry branches swaying at the direction of the breeze. As I sipped and the girls giggled over their sweet afternoon snack while Echo slept, calm in the embrace of all outdoors I could not help but think that paradise is not a place, but a time, a moment, a mosaic of moments...


6 comments:

Kalei's Best Friend said...

You said it well!. "mosaic of moments" wow, that is memorable. :-)

Robert Brady said...

sometimes it seems that's the way the mind works, piecing together its dreams...

Beth said...

Luminous post.

Lynn Rosano said...

You summed up summer deliciously.

Cousin Lynn

vegetablej said...

The summer air is indeed deep and your description is rich enough that I felt I had pulled my memory futon from the air and taken a seat at your side for one lovely moment.

Thanks.

:)

Victor said...

Awesome.