Fran's thousand shades of green dance.
The sun rests in the hair of the Palm Tree with the oyster eyes, coconut bra and grass skirt.
Jasmine vines are wrapping themselves around the pickets of the railing on the Beloved Back Deck.
Blooms of green, red, orange and purple proudly display themselves in strategically placed pots.
The grill sits empty and waiting.
Salt hangs in the air as a Tug boat wails in the distance.
The grinding of gears in Garbage trucks grate as they make their way down the street.
Sea shell treasures Sarah's girls brought home bleach themselves white in the sunshine on the railing.
Winston, The Little Gay Dog, lay beside me and follows me in and out whenever I need something.
Goddess sleeps in the air conditioning on the other side of the sliding glass doors.
Sarah sits at the kitchen table, drinking coffee and playing with her hair while intensely studying something on her I-Pad.
"Someday we'll know why Samson loved Delilah?" America asks from the tiny speaker on the table under the Umbrella where I'm sitting.
My mind, filled with things I need to do today, battles with my heart, already full of emotions rooted in hope or fear.
I feel it all ... sense it all ... acknowledge today as it is ... try not to rush ... but just try to "be".
"This is the day that the Lord has made," makes it's way inside my head.
A lone Cicada, large, brown with green wings silently sits beside me until I notice then flies back to the choir.
There are no clouds in the deep blue sky.
Butterflies appear, yellow and brown, kissing the blooms on the plants forming a circle around me.
It's as perfect as it can possibly be and I'm going to stay here as long as I can today.
