The best things in life are free.
This is most obvious when coming out of periods of darkness.
The best things are all around us every day.
Lying in bed in the mornings in that period between wakefulness and sleep listening as the curtain flaps like a nun’s wimple in the morning wind.
Seeing rays of light stream across the floor as the same curtain moves forward and back in the wind. The light is angelic, full of white. Definitely from another realm.
The small birds frolic when the camellias bloom, swinging their tails like trapeze artists, so full of joy all they can do is sing.
Dolly pegs. They smell like days of old when life was simpler. When people gave thanks for a sunny day that allowed their washing to flap in the breeze and catch the light. I pretend I am a fifties housewife when I use my dolly pegs, wearing a polka dot dress and a fetching shade of red lipstick. I remember my grandmother’s lace tablecloths flapping beneath a blue sky, held in place by dolly pegs, reliable and true.
When looking at the best things the sky can’t be avoided.
Splendid blue grandeur.
Even when diluted by clouds the sky is spectacular.
The sky offers comfort. It is constant. It always has a story. It offers all sorts of dreams and imaginings.
Its shades and hues change as the wind does.
Seventeen shades of blue. I counted them.
Azure, baby, carolina, cerulean, forget me nots, cornflower, bleu de france, topaz, dodger, cyan, peacock, ulysses butterfly, summer sky, capri, columbia, lapis lazuli, celestial.
On such an autumn day.