By Valerie J Laidlaw
I experience a calm, quiet, windless, cloudy morning.
A plane hums across the Northern horizon, As a crescent moon smiles at me overhead, from the Eastern sky.
My Aussie, Kooper, gently rustles the leaves as he makes his rounds, checking out the perimeters of our yard.
Kooper barks, then howls looking for his neighbor dog, Baba, who is still inside.
He comes to me, for me to scratch his ears, then he bends down in gratitude, to lick my cold, aged feet.
The trees are still. Another neighbor’s workshop light shines through a barren tree.
Our yards are lit by a neighbor’s floodlight, extinguishing my solar garden’s cross.
Early commuters are driving along a highway in the distance.
Silence, overcomes me. I am at such a loss, today.
I am yet unable to praise, sing, or pray.
I sip my morning glass of orange juice, thinking of my daily tasks yet to do.
The clouds in the East are becoming highlighted with a pinkish hue.
I go inside, and my warm plaid robe is set aside, as I wait in the warmth for the sun to rise.
My husband sends me an “early bird” vision…and another…and a call.