Wednesday, May 2, 2012
there is sky
Driving to town in the afternoon after a long morning of work, all the car windows open, a bouquet of scents invade my senses and fill the air. Lilacs, wild plum, apple blossoms, cherry. It's sprung. Spring. At last. I go to the cafe after a few errands, take out my notebook and write. About the Italian soda shot with Italian mango syrup. Cold and refreshing, a bubbly golden elixir. I take a picture of it. How silly.
Wind blows through the open doors in wavelike eddies. White petals drift in like surf bubbles. Zephyrs ruffle my hair like some invisible power playfully mussing a child's hair - or the fur of a dog. I can handle whatever comes along. Thich Nhat Hahn says, take a breath, take two breaths - the problem will not seem so important anymore.