Wind Spiral, Threads of Gold and Milk Glass

1. A copper wind-spiral sways in the summer breeze, its green marble collects the morning sunlight and appears to glow from within.

2. Two doors down, small blond-haired children play on the sidewalk. He, shirtless and with a summer buzz-cut. Her white blond hair is blowing in the gentle breeze like threads of gold.

3. I wash my milk glass and lovingly return it to the dining room shelves. It has been stored away since October of last year. I never tire of the beauty of the creamy white dishes...The swirls, the rough marks from the molds. I am glad to be surrounded by it once again.