Soft days
Mauzy days.
A soft day thank GodI had great plans for myself today. A good long hike on the East Coast Trail.
A wind from the south with a honeyed mouth....
But all came to naught.
Rain, some of it pelting, some of it belting, some of it like a veil. we must have had 18 varieties of it.
I always feel on wet days that the pressure's off.
You might ask what pressure?
Well none. Pressure being all relative. An old standby from childhood where I loved wet days when no one would bother me when I read in my bedroom all day.
So I made some phone-calls. One to my sister. She's never home these days, always at her wee summer place in Kerry. But I struck gold, caught her on her one day in Cork ready to take some of her scattered but temporarily homebound tribe back to Kerry. So we chatted. And chatted.
Then I made some kale chips. I love kale chips. And a sweet potato frittata for dinner with portobellos and sweet onions. Oh my.
And a few other calls came in and I had the luxury of just listening with all the time in the world and not having any outdoorsy plans calling me.
And then I watched an army of gulls march across the meadow picking up the worms. All peaceful and no squabbling.
And I thought: why can't us humans behave like these creatures?
