I walk slowly along the sandy shoreline in forty degree sunshine.
To my right, two silver suited snowmobilers whiz by in pools of slushy ice.
To my left, a candy red convertible speeds past with the top down.
The gray haired driver in his glory, now revealed.
I travel north another block.
I discover the blue and pink Easter egg display, shining brightly in front of the florist’s shop.
Yet I see the flaking green and red Christmas lights have lost their sheen on the pine trees in front of the old train depot.
I pull up the hood on my dirty winter parka as two slender young girls stroll by in their new plaid shorts. The wind has picked up.
I’m overdressed, and they’re underdressed, but will never admit it at fifteen.
Returning home, I spot the reappearance of lawn chairs dotting many driveways.
And I notice the brittle and brown Christmas wreaths still hanging on display are now begging to be removed.
I’m tempted to help the aging wreaths out, but I resist.
Instead, I plant red and yellow silk tulips in a clay pot for my front step.
I pull out a lawn chair.
And I sit.
Smiling, just listening to the melody of melting snow.
I can not tell a lie.
Grandma Greta annoyed me big time Friday night.
I’d just walked in the door after work with a headache, and there she stood staring right up at me.
And shrieking with all her might.
It’s amazing how much noise can come out of 4.9 pound, 15 year old.
I admit I raised my voice back in response and told her in not the nicest way to “be quiet!”
And also in the process, chipped a big chunk of of a front tooth from grinding my teeth so hard.
Afterwards, Greta felt badly about my upcoming dental bill.
And I felt guilty about losing my patience, especially when I discovered the root of her irritation was an empty water bowl.
I hadn’t filled it to the top Friday morning.
We both decided to step up our downward dog yoga poses this weekend to de-stress.
And in spite of it all, we really did enjoy our Halloween night.
Greta adored scaring those little kids as she twirled in her bat woman costume.
And I loved doing the same in my brand new toothless wonder costume.
If it’s a dog’s life,
Why’s a padlock on the frig?
Nothing is easy.
Patiently we wait.
Man, beast, as kindred spirits.
Sun rays our new prey.