We recently moved back into the Willow Glen neighborhood, our favorite haunt. We're living on Creek Drive, backing right up to the Guadalupe River, which at our point IS really more of a creek. The trees that grow in a tangle all along the banks present a beautiful, constantly in motion curtain of green, filled with all kinds of birds and squirrels, butterflies, and sunlight. The mallard ducks that visit infrequently fill the morning air with their distinctive quacking, and a solitary hawk flies in at dusk, causing quite a stir among the other inhabitants. At least 3 feral kitties pass back and forth along the chain-link fence each day on their habitual travels.
In the back yard, our own kitties play hide and seek under the branches of three large natural Christmas trees...presenting a great temptation to buy miles of white sparkling lights to dress them up for the holidays this year. The trees, not the kitties.
It's an oasis, all the more precious given the world-shaking events mesmerizing all of us these past few days. When the last rays of the sun fade and the quiet night takes over, bringing a sense of calm and serenity, I am very grateful for the smallest things in life, and the friends and loved ones who continue to have a presence in mine.
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