Chasing Birds
The sun rises in the corner of the master bedroom filling the room with light. The living room below the master is bathed in that morning light with its two story windows along he back wall. When the sun sets, it fills the dining room and if you are sitting in the swimming pool it warms your face as relax in the water.
In the mornings, the dogs go outside without a leash and run around the property. Tibe and I have been playing ball. He accompanies me as I walk among the lime trees and pick a lime or two. The fresh lime in soda water is incredible. The taste of lime is extraordinary, the full lime taste circling around the tongue. A small squeeze of half of a lime gives the full bodied flavor the the whole twelve ounces. It is so powerful. Not like the supermarket limes in Saginaw or Maryland for that matter. The beloved bought a lime at the market before we discovered the limes from the trees. I used that lime juice to clean the stain off a pan. No regrets. I only want to drink and eat the ones that come from our yard. I need to figure out when to plant lemon trees. Next year, I want fresh lemons as well. How quickly we become greedy for tastes.
This afternoon, on midday romp, Tibe looked up to the sky to the birds flying over head. Far overheard. I could not tell what they were, they were at least a half a mile above the land. Still, Tibe with such great joy, ran across the yard, chasing them. For a moment, both he and I thought that he might take off just before the fence and fly up to join them. He was running so fast. The birds were flapping their wings so hard. They were soaring high above our heads, and for just a moment, Tibe was soaring too. He paused at the fence, his head up to the sky and watched the birds fly away. Then another gaggle flew in another direction. He took off after them. Running and jumping, chasing their majestic flight.
He came in exhausted, his long tongue flopping out of his mouth. For months, I have been thinking, I do not know what happiness is. For months, I have been trying to remember happiness, fulfillment, some sense of satisfaction. Today, there it was. Chasing birds. The big yard. After a storm. What are you chasing to the edge of the fence? What is sending your heart to flight?
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