lazy water and a resting soul

I'm reminded, as I pull away from Tallie's route 66 diner, near my house, on a dreary and damp Sunday afternoon, that I have neglected to wax my pickup since the summer. In between the swish swashing of the wiper blades, I notice the metallic blue hood soaking up the lazy pellets like the smooth surface of a lake, empty from the collapsing presence of wind. And the waves happen on a much smaller scale. Much less than visible to the eye.

But today is for the unwinding kind. A slow and steady process of unfolding and winding down from the movement and the inertia of a Thanksgiving holiday. Today is slow. And peaceful. And good.

Live simply. I say to myself. Take the time to appreciate the things that make your body move. And the people who hold you close.

To enjoy is not an art form. But to live a life of enjoyment is.

Grace to these feet. Fragile and incomplete. Are my steps.

To be simply and simply your child.