As I sit on my porch, the light fading, sitting a story above my Somerville street, drinking my second cocktail of the night and vision hazy, not only from the settling darkness, I read my book about an ex-soldier turned Zambian banana farmer, reliving the wars in which he fought, the slaughterer of babies and women and men, who has found God and whose journey brings to light the miseries of the world, as I gaze on the morning glories I grew from seed poking up above the soil and black-eyed susan vine twirling around the porch's wrought iron railing and the nasturtiums that have yet to bloom but will and the salvia with their grey-blue furled flowers, I am filled with feeling, feeling how lucky I am. How lucky lucky lucky I am, to be in this gorgeous light and perfect evening, free to read and drink and looking forward to food that was easy to come by.
Lucky.
Posted by thevieve at June 12, 2007 8:40 PM....or blessed.
Posted by: John on June 15, 2007 9:21 PM