Saturday, March 08, 2008

A night of rare beauty...

...and I decided to head out for a stroll around the block. This was my sixth lap today; the strength is building, so slowly.

The night sky is incredible. Clear save for some light clouds, despite the heavy glow inland the stars appear to be a million deep tonight, and you feel as if you can see every one. The ocean is calm, and the lights of a few small fishing boats rock in the gentle swells.

Some neighbor (don't know who) left a pot of fine-smelling stew at my doorstep. People just won't let go of me.

Wish I felt well enough to walk all through the beautiful night. I can't remember seeing one so fine here before.

So why -- aside from my current fragile condition -- do I feel simultaneously elated and sad? There is no "aside from;" all is part of all else. It's just the joy of existing in a gorgeous night-world, and the sadness of something I don't want to talk about.

All I can do is head off to sleep, and hope the next magic night like this one does not lack its key ingredient.

6 comments:

Birdie said...

Maybe your "appreciation" for something that was, until your recent ordeal, been taken for granted has become more intense. Enjoy it! {hugs}

Kim said...

Your neighbours are great Scrib. Sad and elated? A survivours' condition?

MrScribbler said...

Kim -- Probably a survivor's condition where I'm at 75% survival, and looking for at least 95%. Knowing nothing can ever be 100%....

Anonymous said...

Sounds rather peaceful. Enjoy your fine dinner.

S

joan said...

Stew on your doorstep? Odd Easter bunnies you have out there.

MrScribbler said...

joan -- We got Easter pigeons, Easter seagulls, Easter skunks....