Blue Sky
Dear Friend,
The cloud cover dispersed for the first time in several days. It was like someone removing cotton wool and letting us out of a box we’d been rattling around in.
This huge maze of a city.
Chiara and me went for a walk and met an all-white cat in the cemetery, sitting on an 18th-century grave as if waiting for someone. It gave us the cat blink as we complimented them on their beauty.
“Thanks, I know. Nice to see you,” their eyes said as we walked under a huge red-barked conifer, where a parakeet whistled and chirruped at us from a high branch. I wondered out loud if it was an escaped pet, now adapted to a life of freedom in the trees of the park.
We stopped to admire a squirrel. The squirrels in our park don’t seem to be short of calories. This one, despite its portly stature, was poised upside down, perfectly gripping the bark of a pine tree. We stood and held eye contact. Being human, we also couldn’t help but compliment the creature on their dexterity and physical beauty.
On our way back, I passed an ex-student on the High Road. It took a moment to register who it was beaming at us. I felt it before I saw her; this lovely, bright, and warm energy bathed both Chiara and me. You can feel it, like a light breeze playing around your skin.
The simple stuff.
Keep coming back to it.
The mind likes to build its castles in the air, those glass towers that needle the skyline, ripping away at the sky. They always make me think of the Wizard of Oz. The little guy pulling the levers and huffing and puffing when Toto pulls back the curtain on him.
We’ve all got a bit of the wizard to our personalities.
It does no harm to be robbed of our pretenses.
When you can find happiness in the smallest detail.
Where else would it be?
Where else would you look?
Till tomorrow,
Love,
Mikey