Lucky we Float...

It's a pleasant Winters day...

I sit outside alone...the sun is too hot...and i move into the shade...

 i can hear birds... tweeting and flapping occasionally by...

the wind... playing through the branches...

cars... zooming along the double road not far from here...

it's funny how sound travels...

somewhere in the neighborhood...a child's swing squeaks...

as my wind-chimes... sing me a disjointed song...

one i love...

Being a rather visual person...my eye is quite naturally drawn to the beauty of the moment...

be it hard to find...i'll try...

and so it is that my eye falls on the blue water of our pool...

over and over...that... or the realm of the sky that holds all heavenly bodies...

sun, moon and stars...birds and bees... pretty white clouds... and more...

The playful wind is putting on a show for me...

birds that glide elegantly overhead...leaves dancing... still on the twig...

Bradley's blue ball floating in the pool is being pushed and pulled...

this way then that...

I watch that ball...as it slips and slides... 

over it's cool blue dance floor...

changing direction in a heartbeat... that ball... a dancer ...the breeze... the music...

and the thought occurs...

that body of water is like 'this thing we call life'...

large-beautiful-deeper here than over there-meant to be enjoyed-'jumped into'...

...boots and all...

and 'we' are that ball...

at the mercy of the winds of war-peace-love-joy-sorrow-circumstance...

thinking we have 'control'...but in truth having to accede defeat...

we are no more in control than Bradley's ball is...

most of the time we can just be lucky we 'float'...

xxx