Snippet in time

Taking a break from Christmas decorating, I throw the ball for Sophie.  I am struck by the scene.  The November air crisp and cold.  A faint ruckus to my right, some where in the distance a field of geese take flight.  Closer yet in the river the chit chat of the flock of geese swimming in faint circles.  The sky is a palette of pastels, the river a soft blue-silver, small ripples form in the smooth glass surface as the geese kick their feet.  The sun brilliant against the peach colored sky, almost kissing the water, it's rosy rays casting a soft light.  A painting of calm in the slow motion of winter.  I go back inside to the sound of Christmas music and to sparkle of lights.  Wish my boys were here complaining about my singing ability.





Artist, dreamer, lover of life. Former gym owner redefining me.