On a new life and an old year

Sometimes I need
only to stand
wherever I am 
to be blessed~ Mary Oliver

It was a morning of August. I was standing near the signal after my regular walk, waiting for the traffic light to change its color. She was there, wearing her smile under a blue mask, spreading warmth through her eyes, ” Ninth month?” I nodded, “Yes.” “Must be hard in a pandemic.” I nodded again. Continue reading “On a new life and an old year”