Ahhh.  My eyes are hungry for beauty again.

Looking out the kitchen window
the morning sun streaming through trees
a quiet house. A quiet  house!

A pulse of creativity
a surge of gratitude.
Life. is. good.



The senses had been so congested
after a thousand phone calls and complaints
and some days of only shallow hurried breaths.

Ahhhh. To breath deep.
To feel the space around me.
I'll just type one observation, play a tune,
do a little art?

Then I'll get back to the phone calls.
And the complaints.

For now I'll take in this visual feast of beauty.
And enjoy some deep full breaths.

Gratitude.