and then we all held hands and jumped into the sky

Not sentiment but those hands bring me to four in the afternoon on one more beautiful cool clear September saturday. I sit stock-still to Ani's Self-Evident sway, let salt water fall into the tequila; we shake our heads -- and pour.

The sun just came out of its last cloud. It's been a long day. This morning:

Morning has broken like the first morning
God, it's beautiful

Up after the sun but before it broke through the treeline, windows open to blue sky
the grass feels like the ocean, so cold, the water and bare toes
good morning!
Good morning.
For the next hour I will be in the garden, pinning and pulling and fussing over plants
(too happy blooming to notice);
time to think about autumn and the things that come next.

Praise for the singing
Praise for the morning