WORDS WITH A FRIEND

 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.

 

 

 

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