Monday, August 1, 2011

a.m. blessing

In a morning suffused with feathery crispness, as I sat on the porch sipping coffee and feeling my body get reacquainted with old aches and pains, a lone woman on a bicycle passed by the house.

She was singing.

Now that's what I call a blessing!

1 comment:

  1. Wife is going off for an early cooler morning walk with the dogs, chanting. Hachoo! Gods blessed me.