I’ve been thinking of the things I’ll probably never do.
I may never again get on a plane to go somewhere but it is beautiful right here. Have you looked at the colors of the sky lately? My favorite is the graduating blue just after sunset, pale where the sun just disappeared moving through the values to get to that velvet navy I love to see past the silhouettes of my trees. How can a color be so saturated and seem so transparent at the same time?
I may never be able to care for a dog again. I can’t go for the daily walks. Sometimes, I can’t even go somewhere and sit easily. But the other day, a curly-haired dog wiggled his way up to me on my way to the grocery store, I asked if I could say hi, and I buried my hands deep into his fur and tickled the soft skin underneath. His eyes were wet and brown, and he knew me. He knew me.
My time has been short lately and I feel it now. The next time I mourn what I’ve lost, I’ll remember that I have so much time to read and read and read the books that beckon me.
Thank you for listening, jules