This Soft Day – The Morning Show

A soft breeze wafts across the back deck on this the fourth day before Christmas; it carries on its back a warmth reminiscent of late Spring, maybe early April.   Morning visits today with a washed out Carolina blue sky; dingy clouds hang haphazardly and the sun provides melted butter light.  The twenty five year old sesanqua tree droops just a bit from all the heavy old lady dusty pink buds wrapped in florist tape green leaves.  The faded lavender flowers on the fragrant rosemary bush dip their heads in hello to the gift of this great day. The birds in the bushes and the trees greet their neighbors as they go about the business of getting their breakfast.  The left behind Autumn leaves talk to each other in hushed voices, some from the trees and some from the ground, their voices blending, rising, falling, sussing like the sunrise tide of  a mid-summer’s day.  The sheer white curtain breathes in and out, in and out, as the tepid December breeze slips over the winter-dusty window sill of the open bedroom window.   The day waltzes in joy.