Wednesday, Veteran’s Day
I am reading Listening Is an Act of Love: a Celebration of American Life from the StoryCorps Project.
Today, hope briefly soared while ordering a custom shower door most expensive:
He said: “I’m willing to go for the Big One . . .”
She said: “Oh, oh, we’re going to Hawaii!”
He said: “No, this purchase will delay a trip to Hawaii.”
Returning home to our own definition of paradise, I noticed the late afternoon sun glistening through the windows.
“Highlight dust, if you must,” my heart shouted.
I walked outside to escape the dust. I watched sun green leaves fall; I smelled walnut brown; I tasted toasted gold. I saw red—backlit, tinted red. My feet rustled with the wind through a canopy of grace.
(2013: I’m still saving for a trip to Hawaii.)