I walk out to stand on the back porch to feel a long-awaited difference. I feel the promise that was made in the beginning. I feel the sweet caress of Fall’s cooling. It may be a bit late this year but, I knew it would come eventually. It always does. I stand still to allow myself the beauty of what is all around me. The visual, the physical and the spiritual.
The visual is watching Black Cat stare down a little green frog that sits on the edge of the rain barrel supports. The lone hand of banana hanging in our clump. The neighbor’s calf stalking down some bug-gathering egrets. The pecan-steal...
