Between safety and danger, good and evil, right and wrong
Too hot versus just right, or too cold versus I can live with it.
A thin line separates choices between one and the other.
See?! I inserted a separator line between here and there, up and down.
How thin, thick, short, or long?
That’s another thought for another time.
Today, I’m thinking about that which separates our world
Between where we are and where we want to be.
While sitting in our vacation house and glancing through the blinds
A house far away on the other side of our little bay
Suddenly! A window glowed as if a light was shining through it.
No. Not from within. It was from outside, coming from behind me.
Between the marine layer of the morning, after a clear star-filled night
There was a thin opening to the east the morning sun found and flowed
Sol spread its light across the landscape – above the ground and below the clouds.
Its orange-filtered glow found the one window at just the right time.
The photo does not do it justice;
The window still glows across the bay
Somewhere near the tree and on the hill
There’s is a faint dot of light that first told me Good Morning!
My attention is thwarted from wherever it had once focused.
Suddenly I’m thinking about the magic of the right place and time.
Before I could think too deeply, the next house, a tree, the hill…
Voila! A thin line of sunlight from south to north, bright and orange.
It was no more than five minutes that the light glowed just so.
The clouds block its light as the sun rises higher in the sky.
It seems the sun has lost its chance to show me its brilliance.
Now everything is filtered through the clouds – our normal marine layer.
The closer to the ocean, the more you experience the layer.
It moves in as the morning heats up and fills the crevasses of every opening.
Hills are blanketed with a backdrop of clouds or covered as a blanket over the bed.
If the layer drops close to the earth, it’s a mist, fog, and a damp rag.
Yesterday was full of frost, with a mostly clear sky.
This morning is dripping with moisture – you must understand the word marine!
The sound echoes a return closer than the object that makes it. Muffled.
Just like the layered terrain, the sound makes an unclear sound.
The sun has shown me it’s there in just a five-minute line of time.
The clouds are thick, but the sun has great power.
An hour ago, it was night, but now the sun bleeds through the layer
Last night the glow of the sun was to the west, dipping lover, finally gone.
There’s hope in thinking through the cycle of a day.
Dark. Light. And somewhere in between.
You can wait a little while and have exactly what you need.
Don’t let the gloom or light create your plight.
We are cycling through space, one rotating day at a time.