<bgsound src="http://geocities.datacellar.net/SouthBeach/Island/2081/Nadia.mid" loop=infinite> STARTING ANEW ©By Russ



It’s 5:30 in the morning,and again I’m on the porch, seeking out the lessons of the day. Bright spots stand out in a sea of gray...a yellow tea rose, red geraniums in a green plastic pot, spilling their vibrant colors out into the day. So peaceful...not a sound to be heard...wondering how long such silence can last, in this busy world in which I live. Sounds drift down with the early morning mist, a couple fighting...angry words from atop the ridge. A screech of tires ends the dispute, or shelves it for later. Top-knotted jays become shrieking stand-ins, responding on cue, and continuing to disturb the peace here below. A cool, light mist descends as if to wash it all away, and restart this beautiful day. An orange/brown bird hangs in the air reaching for fruit, looking like an oversized humming bird who is short of breath, but determined to have this plum. My muscles are aching, body creaking, but my spirits are fine. I am starting to relate to those old folks I see, because I’m fast becoming one. A solitary dove sitting at the tip of a fir tree, looking like Christmas on a summer morning, just waiting for me to go inside to descend, like the mist into my backyard. Pink/white gladiolas in a flower box, losing their bloom, the bulbs though unseen continuing to grow. Energy returning to its source to create new bulbs, reminding me that neither beauty nor life is just what the eye can see, offering hope for an aging me.

Russ....7-22-98





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