This mornings early morning dog walk took me through a quiet suburban neighborhood on Long Island. The paved sidewalks are a far cry from walks on a Maine island with mossy wild narrow paths. There was a moment when my eye caught a patch of sunlight on a leaf and it was if time and space stood still and memories of ocean horizon sky poppies lupines mixed into an unconditional sense of happiness. I am struck by how in Maine the day feels longer than Virginia sun sets about the same time but it is the sunrise that is an hour earlier that stretches the feeling of light.
"The moment one gives close attention to anything,
even a blade of grass, it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably
- Henry Miller