Tuesday, August 2, 2011

First light

Making a cup of coffee, lingering by the open window, something in the midsummer morning light reminds of someone I loved a long time ago, and suddenly it dawns on me: The past was a day just like today.

3 comments:

Lily said...

first love, first light -- it's funny how that stays with you.

smartz said...

Your post captures both the uniqueness and the universal. Thank you.

Tai said...

Hi Smartz, and thank you.

Lily, it clings like cigarette smoke, no?