I love this time of day. The only leaves left are
small silhouettes against the sky. They will go
unnoticed once the world wakes. Yesterday
while we were driving, George was setting
up the sawhorses outside his shop. As we
rolled through Parchment, the sun I so love
flooded the intersection and I couldn’t see the
light was red. I started through it. You called out
and I blamed it on the sun. You questioned my
sight. We argued briefly. Then you wondered if
I should be using a table saw. I bristled at the
limitation. The sun then flooded on you. And
for a moment, I was able to drop my stubborn
denial that things are slowly breaking down.
For the moment, I could step out of me and
see how hard it is for you who cares so much
for everything you love. I know saying I’ll be
careful doesn’t always help. But as we turned
onto E Ave, I felt how much you love me. So
much goes unnoticed once the world wakes.
We are small silhouettes against the early
sky. I love this time of day.