Now

Today is July 7, 2018.  Saturday.  Later afternoon.

On the deck, warm/cool/slight breeze.

A few minutes before the gnats come.

I see:

• sunlight on the stout textured trunk of the younger walnut
• breeze bringing all sorts of leaves to life
• my prized begonia in perfect red/pink bloom
• hints of red at the south end of the deck
• back corner of the Nuick parked by the cellar door for groceries
• weedy Keenan iris
• faded red barn, blue roof, stalwart silo
• walnuts growing to and through the sky
• wild black raspberry briars along the deck rail
• my ancient steel chairs and table

I hear:

• miscellaneous bird song and cheeping
• wings overhead
• Gracie on the wrong side of the door, now giving up

I feel:

• the metal of the chair
• the gnats touch
• the soft air
• and inside/outside of my body

Things I know forever.