Sweet wind, like a body-sized silk sheet rousing exposed skin. I stand still for a few more seconds - feeling the fullness of the gift. The sun speckling light falling through dancing oak leaves. Wind swirling in song and touch. A swelling sense of joy fills me. Smiling - slowly I step forward - sandals on bricks. The mailbox tucked into pine tree limbs, the siamese cat calls from the driveway across the street. She too is excited about the beautiful moment. “Come touch me too.” A car comes up the hill. The cat looks at me - and then the car. We wait. The car passes before I walk across the street. She comes down her driveway and prances left and right. Rolling over on her back - then quickly to her feet - trust is being discerned - in the dancing. Finally - a few strokes across her back - and she steadied for just a few seconds. Gentle massage of fingers down her spine. . .a few more…and a few more. Then five feet away, she looked back and churtled a thank you. Spirited like a frolicking colt, up the driveway darting and bucking. That was mid-morning.
The sun sings and sighs and stretches dark brown shadows through the afternoon garden. Leaves and limbs of great California oaks whisper and lean to the whimsy of the wind. The sage is almost a scent. The lavender is on it’s second bloom. The night blooming jasmine is crawling over the head posts of the gate. The sea enters the Monterey Bay - with only a few white caps. Prescott Presidio Hill is home to the elements - of joy.
