SUN AND RAIN AND SUN AGAIN ©By Russ

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A gray squirrel stands with hind legs clutching a limb of the cherry tree. The snow white patch of his under belly blends in with the blossoms, making him almost invisible. The steady rythym of his forepaws, raking blossoms and small leaf buds into his mouth gives his location away. A raven in the distance, makes a clopping sound like horses hooves striking a paved road. It took years before I learned what that sound was. The vivid yellow and green grass on the hills is hard to look at in the glare of the sun. And then it dissappears quickly into fast moving shadows, bright colors hidden again by dark clouds and falling rain. My son calls to walk with me through the storm clouds in his world, and we talk until he too can see the sun. Through the window I see Em’s spotted dove drive a young mourning dove away, and when I go out side the frightened dove returns to land softy on my shoulder. And I am pleased at being a place of safety for this creature, it’s all so new to me. And so it’s sun, then rain, clouds, and then sun, over and over again. Russ





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