When they run
I caught a glimpse of the horses running yesterday. I watched as the white and brown raced one another, first one in the lead, then the other. They are so beautiful, so breathtaking. It is like a good poem; it stuns you out of your daily life for a moment. I don’t know wat I did to deserve this within my sight.
I planted lettuce. As I prepared the soil in a container, before I even tore the packet of seeds open, on the balcony, a rabbit appeared below. It had a hint of reddish fur on its nape. There was a New Yorker cartoon in which a man turns his back on his lush rooftop garden white giant rabbits with wings swoop down to carry off the carrots.
Sighted a snake, oozing into the rocks. Apparently, there are seven kinds of snakes in these parts, non venomous. This was either a racer or a watersnake. For much of the day, I was leery of going barefoot inside the house, even though the snake was outside.
This morning, I saw a yellow bird –harbinger of summer colors?