In those first few moments of waking….another gift of “today-ness”.
Today’s today. Little happening. Grey sky outside with a tinge of purple.
A seagull’s wing cuts across the top corner of the window, looking out.
This is just SO “too-day”….so today that the word “today” is burnt up.
I can never capture this, never want to…..there is just nothing outside or beyond this.
And every day, this gift…..another “walled garden” to get lost in.
Constant Voice 