There’s a storm coming in up the coast and from the East. Though the winds are yet still, the higher clouds are shifting form – now lumbering beasts of charcoaled grey. Meanwhile, a low hanging branch offers rest for a squirrel.

There’s always a rush before the rains settle in; a need to address that which remains. As if our judgement before God rests within the completion of tasks.

As others rush, I sit silent at the window – the air infused with the scent of wild roses and earthy soil. A single breath and I am home, once agaib. My only need, another moment…just…like…this.

In peace, my sweet friends. Though my presence here has been limited, as of late – know that it is for good cause. And never enough to dare diminish the love I share to all…

Namaste ❣