Grey rain veils obscure the valley damp cold creeps in at house corners crawls through old single panes. Behind the iron door of it’s workshop the blazing fire cries defiance “Pffft-snut-tii-tippt-pnuff--SNAP!”
First blowy, cloudy fall day fingers chilled on keyboard. Push, wiggle, wiggle -- plug firmly seated in socket. Check. Orange glowy Power light. Check. Twist -- dial slides round a quarter turn. Now, wait for it....yes! Smell of warm dust! “Tounk” thermostat switches off, “tic, tic, tic” of momentary cooling, “tounk” thermostat switches on. Everything is a cycle.
Hunkering in the garden sorting through dewy foliage lifting red half-a-bite gems to my dazzled tongue. One kitten climbs my back sits between my shoulder blades purring in my ear, batting my pony tail, another stalks the berry seeking hand and pounces wildly on wet fingers.
Draw a straight line in the dark from this window out past the neighbor’s tinny radio up the hill into the pines where the great horned owl calls “WHO-TO-DO...WHO-WHO” still further out, a muted reply “Who-to-do...who-who-who.”
From prayer position, breathing deep my hands arc slowly into outstretched upturned bowls pausing to receive, slowly release the lung stretching breath slowly arc through the hands returning. When my hands touch I notice wrinkled finger tips, tight dry palms. The old cobalt blue bottle is warm against my lips, the sun sweetened water glurp glurp glurps onto my tongue and slides down, slides down, slides down. I replace the cork, reposition my feet right by that knothole left three boards over, watch out for that splinter, bend the knees. Now. Begin again.