Connecting art and people in Chatham-Kent
Seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, an old black and white movie calendar shuffled,
my life fleeting as flipping pages and I running along the edges trying to dive in……
A small breeze kisses my cheek
I open my eyes, look up
startled by the blueness of the sky.
In the distance, leaves shimmer in sunlight
Red, yellow, purple tulips dance with abandon
The robin sings his song
I stop, listen
With a slight smile on my lips,
Enter the stillness.