Again?

Unfinished

TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth; -Robert Frost

The sunrises to another sweet, crisp taste of summer morning here in Puyallup, WA. It's a still neighborhood, where the only ruckus is during the afternoon when the kids are out of school and play hide and seek outside. From my window, the luscious evergreens mock me with their serene presence...how long will this stillness last?

June rain

Cloudy morning, gentle spring rain, cute blouse I haven't worn this year, skinny jeans, old-barn-red sweater hiding my shy, blouse and old-comfortable-black-and-white-nike shoes. Half walking, half dreaming, I stumbled through the skylark cafe and the fowler museum and saw twenty first graders walking by two by two, hand in hand. Each pair intentionally a little boy and little girl. Or maybe not intentionally? I wanted to ask, but refrained with a smile and a 'hello' under my breath.

Holding hands with a boy, taking a stroll through our romantic campus?! The thought alone made my heart pound faster and cheeks slightly flustered. What revelation or strength does that 1st grader have that I am lacking? Truly amazing.
Until then... it's just me and my umbrella.