glow

Maddie is with Grammy at the park, attending a Scottish and Basque concert.
Trev sits on the ground a few feet away from me, talking quietly to himself and recreating a dinosaur age.
Honey is at his desk, tying flies.

I sit on my tidy patio, in the shade,
giant glass of nourishing icewater at my elbow,
a stack of beloved and recalibrating books at my feet,
thoughts drifting quietly and slowly as I watch the flying, flitting things glowing in the sun against the shaded trees.

Easing quietly and peacefully into the Still.

All is well here.