Witness

Beauty in decay. Impermanence.

This tree by the road asked to be photographed and appreciated.

A stormy day today, inside and out.

Outside, powerfully and electrically blustery and now raining a beautiful torrent that runs down the hillside street in front of my house.

The storms inside were equally charged. An argument between myselves - the one who hears and knows that she is needed here and now for presence and support to my children, and the one who mourns the time lost to etherial memories where presence and support did not feed my own soul.

Today, was born again the witness, who watched the storms with curiosity and wonder - both inside and out, and waits for them to pass - as they always do. Not a fair weather friend to myself, no. Not at all.