Wednesday, March 11, 2015

Smile

Watching the rising sun burn the fog hanging in the air, I wish it would hurry up ... this fog is killing me.

Standing I look towards town, across the Palm Trees and Pines seeing dark purples and blues.

Turning I look east, across the Palm Tree with the oyster eyes, coconut bra and newly fashioned grass skirt ... pass the fortress of the crazy man who lives behind us ... to witness the sun's really trying.

I can't blame him ... he's doing his best ... which is as good as anyone can do.

The damn Fog refuses to relent ... even in the face of defeat ... hanging on to the reality of what no longer exists.

The sun glows brighter ... casting off rays of light ... and I can literally see pockets of wet darkness evaporate.

Within minutes the Fog retreats westward as the Sun chases.

Caught in the middle, I rip off my shirt, bask in the golden glows, retrieve my list of "Things to do" ... only to hear Goddess and Winston, The Little Gay Dog, clawing the screen of the sliding glass doors.

Muttering a repetitive explicative I stand and let them outside ... slamming the door shut so Gypsy the cat cannot get outside.

Resuming my seat, I'm now bathed in bright, warm light and ... smile.

Don't get me wrong ... everything's not perfect ... sustainability is a bitch ... "How do we keep doing this?" I ask myself ... then pick up the "Things to do" list hoping it's as right as the Bible.

There've been times in my life when I had lots of money but little love and I did my best with it though there was always more unsatisfied feelings than anything else.

These days I've got WAY MORE love than money and while it should scare the shit out of me ... I'm pretty content.

It's like the Fog fighting the sun.

Rather than focus on the darkness of what I don't have ... I'm concentrating on who ... not so much what ... I do have fulfilling my life.

If that doesn't make you smile ... nothing can.