By all these lovely tokens September days are here
With summer’s best of weather
And autumn’s best of cheer

~ Helen Hunt Jackson

It was a starry, starry night, but, when I got up, way too early this morning, I would describe it as a beautiful day, the good-natured feel of summer still shining on us, enhanced by the laughter of the gulls in the air. The shore was begging me to stay another day. Surely you can hear it from there? There is something so calming about it, centering my life, making sense of my day. Can you hear it? The sea is calling.

The gulls, too busy to pay attention to me, play with their alter ego in the puddles, these coming from the brief encounter with a dash of rain last night.

Oh, to wear the monochrome on the beach, do you think it takes away from the beauty of the vision? Watching as it rolls in, off the distant horizon? I was a huge fan of color until I became reacquainted with the world of black and white.

The emotional association of coloring one's world perchance? In so many ways, it adds to the peace of the moment, don't you think? I breathe. Then breathe again. It washes over me, leaving me to feel a sense of peace.

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I can see that it is the beginning of the end. I do believe you can also interpret it as the start of something new... once something has finished, another will take its place in a different way.

He loves me. He loves me not. He loves me.

They want to be picked. They yearn to be loved. Shouldn't we all want to be? There must be a flower. Always a flower. #alwaysaflower

It just wouldn't be a proper weekend without a little bit of #Caturday involved. I'll close this out with a yawn and a cat, in keeping with the tag. And just like that, these words are done. Come back tomorrow and I'll do it again! Have a wonderful weekend!

All I have are my words, armed in my mind, written in pen, stand by stand. Oh, yes. Still by hand. It has a different feel. Altered not by keys, backspace, and delete, I write, erase, tear it to pieces and start all over again. And again.

It’s my way. I walk out to the deep end of the page and dive right in.

I promised to post one Christmas picture every day, along with a countdown. There are 97 days 6 hours and 55 minutes 32 seconds until Christmas!

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The Naming of Cats

The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter,
It isn’t just one of your holiday games;
You may think at first I’m as mad as a hatter
When I tell you, a cat must have THREE DIFFERENT NAMES.

TS Elliot