Observations and encounters define the day.
The last day of november
a hot sun melting away the
expectations
of why I am here.
Seeing the half moon in the blue morning sky reminds me of the
half moon late last night. Two half moons, same moon, different
time and place, connecting late to early.
Finding the morning.
Small moments with people and places here.
Events that ground me into the present experience of being here.
I like these encounters moving me through the day.
The old man on the bench outside the bar
in the town square with his granddaughter.
He moves away,
a certain fragility,
a gentle efficiency in how he moves,
such a contrast to the energy
of his granddaughter,
bouncing around him.
Reflecting on these five days of new people; the artists, teachers,
children and the movement and frame of these encounters
and my way between and through.
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