We all tried to find things to do and I was still holding that tension from another job interview last week. They said they would call me with their decision though they have not. For most of us looking for work in this messed up world, if they don't call you right away, your application is probably on the cutting room floor. However, dreamers still dream and though it is sad commentary on my life, I did foster a slim hope.
While watering the roses, I felt the warmth of a northern California day which has been much less here than most summers. It is cold at night and in the morning, often with fog and some drizzle. It is depressing. Our tomatoes are not ripening. Not enough heat and not enough blue for me.
As I came to the end of a row of tree roses, watering and watching the cascade into the pot, a Verio came and landed sideways on the stake holding up the tree rose. He was less than eight inches from my hand holding the hose, perched and thinking about the fountain of water. He looked at me and I at him.
A surprise guest, the Verio took flight quickly on wings that made his journey seem effortless. I felt as if everything stopped for those few moments he paused on the stake and eyed me. All of my troubles paused too and I held his gaze with fascination and surprise. A brief moment of divinity and he was off flying on those wee wings and onto something new.
