more blue skies and sun that bleaches bad things out of linens on the line
and your head, as well...
for you can't see much when you're in a chair in the yard watching the laundry dry.
the sunlight reflects off of the towels and sheets and makes you blind
to the world in front of you.
you can look up, at the buds and the new leaves,
and you can squint and then close your eyes and drift away.
if only for a little while.
in no time,
all is dry and it's time for another batch to be hung.
there are choices i've made. i'm making; which i'm not so sure of and absolutely certain of; that enable me to spend a day like this.
no one life is simply led. it's gloriously complicated every step of the way.
as it should be.
?
best wishes.
xo,
tt
