August 13, 2012

To Begin

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This morning I feel a calm. Perhaps it stems from an open window pushing in a cool, late summer, early morning breeze. The only hum comes from the icebox. A far away siren sounds. Closer. Closer, still. Still.

I must have looked at the clock...Well, I didn't count. It seemed to be the thing to do.

I rinsed fruit for our lunches. I made coffee. Peeled bananas.

I feel exhausted, yet full of energy.

I am re-reading Truth & Beauty. It makes me long for—I don't remember feeling anxious, aggressive, tired, unmotivated, sour, or moldy—youth.


Do I really feel this way?

No.

Yes.

Maybe.

Maybe not.

4 comments:

  1. I hope that the fruit remains so beautiful and that the early morning breezes prevail. It is just "one day at a time" as my Baba likes to say...

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  2. feeling sour - I know that. The fruit looks sweet.

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  3. I'm with Denise--say, No. not really.
    meanwhile, what a lush and lovely bowl of fruit.
    Figs!

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