Stop Motion

This morning, I knelt in front of the open porch door.  The dark blue dawn air was cool.  I did my best to breathe each breath, and hear the birds carolling, and the tires hissing smoothly in the street.  When two geese flew overhead, they sounded so close, like they were strafing the eaves.  Drank some coffee, read, ate.  Knelt again to make this picture.

Later, I took the flowers to your favorite places, taking more pictures:  of the daffodils placed where you might have seen them, of the people who would have been happy to see you today.

All this I did as a way of saying, “You may be gone, but your story is not over.”


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