Deep Calls

I love it. I really do. Perhaps if I lived in Seattle or somewhere like that with skies a permanent grey and a dearth of sunshine, perhaps then I would find it tedious and drear. But I do not. I live here in the mono-seasonatic land of So. Cal.  Now do not get me wrong ~ I am NOT SORRY that I live here. I love southern California. I love the fact that even in the heat of summer, if you just can make it to sundown, the ocean breeze will flow in like a sigh of relief. I love the fact that when we get winter storms the snow glazes the mountain on the horizon, staying in the vista and off my roads. We get the beauty -- accessible in a mere hour's drive, if you wish -- but really, not the inconvenience and frustration. I love the fact that we can be at the beach  or in the mountains on a whim of any day. So ~ here, here where we get a bit of rain, here I love the rain. I love the color of the clouds: from gray to grey, steel to silver. I love the trees all washed green. I love ...

quiet and misty, the morning came.  cool and crisp, the air ~ falling from the grey ceiling of the sky ~ held the hope of autumn. perhaps that is what woke her, perhaps that is what called her from her dreams. as she opened her eyes she felt just the gentlest kiss of the morning breeze. the curtains ruffled, billowing playfully. stretching she closed her eyes and breathed in and just held her breath. the spice of autumn leaves crunched by someone's early morning walk mixing with the perfume of fresh made coffee.

it is kind-of in honor of Autumn...I think it still needs some more change...but that is alright now cuz the weather seems to think we need some more change too. 100+ degrees at the end of September is just not ok and really really not AUTUMN. yeah. So here a bit and there a bit. OR I may just do something totally different and then again I may just change it back. I am unsettled. can you tell? No, really, I don't know exactly why. It has something to do with the season refusing to change. I love Autumn. I went outside one day and the air was crisp and I looked up and just above me in my maple tree out back was my first of the season colored leaf. It was red ~ such a garnet, current, cranberry red  ~ just at the edges like the green had dripped out during the night, draining the stifling heat of summer away and leaving loveliness there...then another one...and another one. OH! I had the best day all day ~ just because it was autumn. Yeah, did you catch the "was"? ye...