The islands only a memory.
Gray one direction. Sun breaking through the other.
No stun of blue.
Only gulls. No curlews, or willets, or godwits.
Ordinary beauty. Ordinary day.
If you believe in ordinary.
I don't think I do.
Last night the man who loves me and I got taken out to a ukelele concert. I expected a rather ordinary evening--me somewhat lost in a sea of Hawaiian shirts. Instead this happened, and it was extraordinary.
This afternoon was extraordinary too. "I don't think I've ever been half naked in my kitchen before," I said to the massage therapist as I got up off her portable table. The man who loves me, my mom (15-minute chair massage) and I all had massages today.
And the massage therapist told us about THIS--which I found to be extraordinary too.
