LUNCH

Sunrise on a cloudy day.

Sunset on a hazy night.

We thank the stars for the little dust that have us climbing

to the mountain tops. As the fog lifts and the mist dissipates. Rivers

of liquid gold. That feeling...that funny feeling when we are waiting

for a sunrise, but a sunset inundates the space

instead. Then, soak it up, breath it out, sleep on it. Sunrise

s a night away. It might just be as glorious as a starless cupola whose colours

are none and all. Change of the season. Mutable

colours. Switching herbal tea for caffeine. IPAs for wine. Paddle board for yoga. Bikinis for raincoats. Runners for snowshoes. Fall

is here. Snuggle in the rainbow, the albatross is real.

The struggle as well. Sense of humour makes it all a little messier,

deeper, intense. Laughs make us high. We fall

on fields of fern. It must be true. Ok, clear the rain for flight!

Poem: Lunch, by Ludovica Mazzucato

Music: Donna and Andy