What everyday happenings do I most cherish?

Nature is a great teacher and healer for me. I love the times early in the morning outside on our front porch with bird song, their sweet visits to our feeders in the trees, hummingbirds’ antics, and fresh air that is becoming slightly cooler each day. Sunset is the other time I seek and find home to catch day’s end with Jim 99% of the ones when we are at the beach house. There we walk a few blocks to our old Whaler skiff, pointing her bow slowly to the southwest in fading light, toward our beloved protected island for a walk along the shore, in solitude most days.
Often we are simply slipping quietly through the water seeking what the low-cast rays of light will catch in the circling ripples, maybe seeing porpoise families off the beam, our seabirds heading home to estuaries while we talk about our lives that moment, that day .
It’s carried over now as late afternoon ritual when we are sitting outside together at our farmhouse, where sundown is a delightful, quiet, time to take stock, watching the changing light around the distant hills and farms, as we always make it home knowing of the sheer comfort and love it holds , and a priority to be back sharing this time. Clouds are puffing up as if snowy ridges toward the SE, others catching the late day’s brilliant colors of sun rays pink, orange, and red, as they reflect the light. Despite the day’s events, the world’s Hurricanes at our doors lately, though spared, yet not so for our distant friends in Texas, Florida, and more recently the Virgin Islands, this time spent well surrounded by nature’s power and beauty always brings the finest form of comfort in the solitude of the day’s end, knowing that all happens as intended, and that we have done all that can be done for this moment.
Jim and I each find our favorite part of the day, whether it’s alone or together . First thing in the morning, if lucky, we are witness to unusual sights, while the silent, cooler air on soft drafts moving it upward around our house creates an incredibly fleeting meditative time. The shift in temperatures those days brings a surprise by a vision of pre-dawn fog that lies low in the fields until the sun’s rays become dominant , with their sudden disappearance that moves like a wave across the view slowly, escaping our camera’s view.
By evening, all are blessed even on our “bluest” days, as we are seemingly cleansed by moon rise upon a new evening of rising stars speaking of better times to come. All feels right within.