Saturday
7.11.2020
5:30 a.m.
Morning Moon
Manhattan View to the East with many chirping birds and
the sound of others air conditioners whirring and humming
What love Needs
Trustworthiness
If 'love is a dog from hell', send in armies of conquering angels with fertile imaginations and let them wield their powerful wings to raise a hell of a lot-o heaven right here on earth.
Happiness
I get happy-weepy when I love what's happening at that deep level where hope lives embedded in vulnerability. The child I was is still alive in the old gal I am and I care about her.
Steadfastness
Because it's a noun, love, in order to be useful, needs participation. Then, it's a verb indicating action that can be transmitted, given away, unconditionally, always.
2 p.m. East
West before the storm breaks
Boom
rained for an hour or more
Sunday
July 12th
2 a.m.
Can't sleep. Hemmed in by buildings spewing hot air from their air conditioners, my Manhattan is mighty hot and I may soon have to revert to the Con Edison run Air conditioning as well, though I would rather be elsewhere.
1 comment:
I know your sky as my own. Lovely. My little girl inside is alive and well too. 😊
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