Colors of My Tuesday

echo

Two of a kind maybe, 

hummingbird and forsythia

contentment and envy

twins one minute apart

one is humming, the other whistling

shouting in anger, reciting a praise

eating noodles with fork, the other with chopsticks

I will go, you stay

riding a kayak, each one paddling

I look at you, you are smilimg

coffee or tea

Gosh, I forget, you remember

I thought you have the key, in my other pants

I say goodbye, you say goodbye

Wednesday musings

I felt content like a girl who danced on the first day of summer.

Walking to the river when the day’s temperature is 85 I saw 3 butterflies flying, the white heron resting on a rock on the river bank with only one fisherman braving the heat.

I walked with frequent stops under shades provided by trees. A cool breeze made my walk enjoyable without soaking in sweats.

I finished my 2-mile loop without suffering from heat exhaustion. Shortly after I arrived home Mrs. Abstract arrived from her aquatic exercises from her friend’s pool.  We fulfilled our daily routine.

Note: Mrs. Abstract had a zoom-meeting with the walker’s group from the Women Guild this afternoon. I had my zoom-meeting with the NV Writers this evening. This coming Saturday I will have a virtual discussion in my Book Club. She will have a zoom-meeting of her college friends  (6 of them) on Sunday. They meet virtually every two Sundays since the Cobid. They have a yearly reunion.

Happy Independence Day

I walked to the river before noon. Mrs. Abstract was doing her aquatic exercises in a friend’s pool.

The day was sunny with a warm breeze. Other walkers were enjoying the day. The fishermen were patient. The boaters were in full colors.

Happy Independence Day.

 

 

 

 

Sublime

Can I see it or feel it?

Above simplicity?

I walk to the river

The part of the world opens

Other walkers walk alone

Or with their dogs or with other walkers

Nature greets us in songs and colorful displays

Do we need measurements

And ask : Will experience be sublime?

Wabi-sabi

A Palm Tree Blooms.

Accumulation of solitudes, tumult of the heart diminishes 

until it’s just a whisper, light as a leaf

You have been longing 

to know your real self

During your walk

or when alone in the river

You feel your deep affinity with nature

with other creatures

Alone with the blue heron

or with other traveler

Pandemic awakens your consciousness,

shakens by injustice.

Beware when all the running stops

numbness sets in and silence.

Out of weariness and withered trees 

love will rise.

 

 

Flower Moon

I captured the flower moon last night with plain sky. I did not have any plant or tree or other backgrounds to align the moon. I’m sorry for the just the black sky and the moon.

The book I’m re-reading: The Myth of Sisyphus by Albert Camus.

Meaning of life

A tiny sun drenched backyard

bougainvillea luxuriantly blooms

unbounded, like eternity

Books I finished reading during the pandemic:

The Miniaturist by Jessie Burton

Victory by Joseph Conrad

Mastering the Art of French Eating by Ann Mah

 

Bright Wednesday