Before The Sun

There is another world that most never see. It is a world full of darkness and abundant life. Rising before the sun offers encounters with the night scavangers.....those creatures who have chosen to work their chores while the rest of the world lies in comfortable nests and holes...and beds....waiting for the warmth of the new day. I frequently encounter a family of deer that have made my end of the Ridge their home. We occasionally make eye contact and in unspoken words we offer each other the respect of being that has long been forgotten in the world of the light. We usually nod our heads in recognition and continue on our separate trails. They travel to quiet places to escape the coming madness of the light....I travel to a corner office to mingle with the noise of humans and technology. I want to be a deer......

Rain

It's raining. It's always raining. I love rain.

My little space at home is a small room with a window that looks out over a private garden. The garden is always a restful place. And it always has little visitors....birds drop by to take a bath and peak into the window to see what the man at the computer is doing....is he watching me? In the springtime, there is the occasional hummingbird that flutters around its feeder. Often times she floats down the window to spy on me. And she always smiles. Remember smiling? Much like Robert Plant asking the age-old question..."Does anyone remember laughter"? The garden is a gathering place for refugees.....those that wander the world just trying to find their way. I am a refugee......

It's still raining........