Night Journey

I was dancing on leaf piles this afternoon when a huge wind came out of nowhere, carrying with it dust, dead leaves and rain drops. Pecans and small branches came crashing down and the dogs and I ran for cover in the house, which was scant comfort to the dogs because it sounded like a machine gun attack on the metal part of the roof. When I happened to notice the astonishing beauty of the light I raced out with my worthy camera and grabbed a few pictures before the light changed.

I have a cold which I always have when I return from a visit with my grandchildren. Thanksgiving was everything it is supposed to be and quite wonderful. Unfortunately my Priceline ticket put me on a plane from Portland at 0620 the day after, and I was a four hour drive away over snow choked mountains. I left late T'giving night and took the long way, north up the east side of the mountains then west through the Columbia Gorge. There was a little snow and if there was any ice I didn't notice it. I drove slow and listened to the radio and remembered the thousands of exhausted nights driving to work on little sleep. When I first did that I listened to a top 40 a.m. station. In the mornings on my way home the DJ always played 'You Are The Sunshine of My Life' for his little boy who he had lost in a divorce. I always knew what time it was when I heard it. That little boy is bordering on middle age today I suppose. The flights home were horrible as usual. I was trapped for a while in a Dallas Ft Worth Airport ground transportation device, and nearly missed my connection. Hardly had time to buy a quick snack before boarding the food deficient plane.

My friend's dog died. She is grieving, but she believes he has reincarnated by now. I know he has, because his reincarnations are running all over the town and have been for years......