Much like me, the dove returns to the same spot over and again — a comfy, solitary seat in the branches. It appears content, like its only wish was granted.
Author Archives: Cassandra
Falcon
Falcon on the spire-like tip of a cypress. Same spot I saw it in a few months ago. Only now, enveloped by the wafting incense of California trees, like a morning fog.
Zoning anomaly
A freight train blows its hard horn (bright horn?) this morning. I live in the suburbs and I can hear it — me and my cat. There are tracks running through this town, and from time to time, rail crossings you might encounter unexpectedly, where you have to sit at the red light and waitContinue reading “Zoning anomaly”
Beyond the ordinary
(Setting: near a large horizontal window at a gala) Both stood and watched the window like a screen. Birds flew by to Chopin’s salon-friendly Nocturnes. The woman, holding champagne, smiled and beamed. Her burgeoning beau was charmed and stood close. They were having a Hollywood moment! The birds, like fish in a bowl, circled inContinue reading “Beyond the ordinary”
Trees as innocent bystanders
I heard the choppy sound of a low-flying helicopter lingering nearby this morning at 7:30 for many minutes. Finally, I looked out my window, and all I could see was a sky that was admiral blue and a faded moon, full and hovering over the dome-shaped crown of a towering green tree. I peered throughContinue reading “Trees as innocent bystanders”
Past middle age
I did not know: The Bird Man is a motorcyclist! Each day in his yard, pouring out fresh water for his feathered visitors, he hobbles to complete this daily task. And now, here he is, in usual T-shirt and sagging, beat-up denim, perched on the seat of a Harley — its engine choking and rumblingContinue reading “Past middle age”
Make this restaurant great again
In the triple-digit heat, three unmasked older couples sat out on the patio under the misters, sharing a table and talking with gusto in a release of all the gossip and opinion that had been bottled up inside them for months I awaited my take-out order near the register, wearing my bandana over my mouthContinue reading “Make this restaurant great again”
Thoughts on stewardship
Nature can perhaps be thought of as a living thing that is part of our household and family, such as a cat or a dog, meaning that it trusts that we will care for it. And when we do not, this can be seen as betrayal and negligence. I could not fathom forgetting to feedContinue reading “Thoughts on stewardship”
