The evening has arrived, and
the sky is no longer
the mixture of
pink white blue that it was
just a couple of minutes
ago.
This was
the last thing I wrote
before geting to know
how great friendships can
start with just
a simple call for help, and
before attempting to watch a
legal docu-drama while
lying on the couch, and
long before
my face got covered
with chocolate.
Now the morning has arrived, and
the sky is already
the bright blue beauty
that it has always been
this September. At least as
far as I can recall.
Summer
is ending, that is what
the calendar says. But
today is Saturday, a calm,
thankful morning, with people
retreating to the beach while
listening to african dance music
in their mother’s
car.
Good
day
for a life to
be.
