Just Shelley

Pearly nights

I’m sitting here in my living room with the lights off, looking out on to the Bay. The moon must be nearly full because its light combines with the fog to cast a pearly quality over the water. In the Bay one of the dinner boats is floating by, bright golden lights marking its outline.

I lean my head on my hands, elbows on the table next to a bouquet of flowers I got at the Market last week. My favorites, daisies and sweet william.

I call these moments “found gifts” because they can’t be bought, you can’t plan them, they just happen — unexpected gifts from the cosmos. Just smile sweetly and say thank you to the air, spill a drop of wine to the spirits.

Tomorrow is the start of Memorial Day weekend in the States and I’m taking a few days off. Time to smell the flowers. Look out the window. Dream.

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