For A Good Long While
It felt so extravagant sitting there in the window seat padded with cushions, a cup of tea in hand. An extravagant pause in a day that as yet had none. There in the quiet, I watched the evening go by through the rain-dropped window.
A burly chain of thunderstorms had just passed through, leaving the landscape vibrant and dripping. Robins and grackles dotted the grass, appreciative of the freshly mown lawn, now watered, too. On the porch sat the soaked box of mail-order David Austin rose bushes waiting for their planting out. Just beyond the picnic table, in the narrow bed against the shed, a happy pop if deep blue Muscari bloomed. Below my window, riotous weeds threatened to overtake the flower bed (we’ll see about that). Overhead, soggy, unkept clouds pushed and shoved their way over the hill to the next small town.
I leaned my head against the window and watched for a good long while.
