Went swimming last night. There was the threat of thunderstorms so not many people showed up except for the kiddos who had lessons. It was peaceful.
I walked out the pool house door and was greeted with a great view. I think that I might have actually gasped. I know, it's a sunset but still. I love the way the sunset may the pool house look bronze.
Last night's sky made me think of Henry Dumas' poem Ikef 18: Breathe With Me:
"When I cry," said the mountain,
"two streams meet me yonder."
"Yes, I know," said the sky.
"And when I laugh," said the mountain,
"it is the same joy."
"Which have become my great mirror,"
said the sky. "Come,
Breathe with me."
Trying to stave off the mid-week sourness creep. Maybe I should go and read more poetry.