After days and days of dreary drizzle, the bluest of a blue sky dazzled against the glistening golds . . .
and cinnamon swirls of autumn.
I walked with my sparkly-eyed dog to the creek to visit an old friend.
Leaning into the familiar embrace of the towering oak behind me, I took a deep settling breath, closed my eyes, and listened.
Gurgles from the creek, unnoticed upon my arrival, became loud.
Thunk. An acorn fell.
Jeer. Jeer. Jeer. A jay scolded as my dog splashed, startling a wood duck.
Ooeek. Ooeek. A flutter of wings.
Feeebeee . . . . . Feeebeee. A chickadee serenely sang, sending a joyful ache through my brimming heart.
The leaves above me rustled on a bouncy breeze. I opened my eyes and gazed into the canopy of russet and green dancing with the blue beyond. The rustling surged.
"Are you trying to tell me something?" I asked.
"Love," it whispered, "with no expectations. It is the only way."
Have a glorious day.