growth

The mist rose like magic crystals, turning pink and gold and glimmering as the sun lifted it up toward the sky. An unveiling, calling attention to what she was doing, until the mist was gone and what remained was a day washed in gentle tropical breezes, lit by clear skies and a fanfare of light. I hear at least five different birds singing, and I remember how four short years ago, there were no birds at all. They say everything is bigger here, but what they should say is that everything grows faster here. Palms that were to grow a foot a year now lace fronds in thick clumps that the rain forest with feel comfortable with, and the wisteria has taken over both a bench and two sections of fence.

And between all the singing and all the lush growth, the sunrays still find their way in to me, as though saying there are things that no amount of foliage can hide, because they live inside, protected from the fanfare of the mist and the opus of day. And they keep growing, too.


~~will try to post something else later today... words or pictures... hard to know. but i wish you all had the weather we have in south texas today.~~