I am often mid-sentence when
I glance out the window and find
myself disattracted by the light. I
usually grab my camera and
quickly head for the door.
My husband doesn't
seem to mind my abrupt exit.
Perhaps he doesn't notice that
I'm actually gone and that words
are no longer being spoken.
I'll blame it on Mother Nature.
She is, after all, the reason shadows
frolic in the yard every evening
and grass shimmers like
diamonds early morn.
