yellow sunshine, blue sky

This morning as I sat in my car at 4:30 a.m., letting the engine hum before putting it in drive, the lights illuminated my carport and our miniscule front porch. My youngest daughter, Caroline, left her blue scooter out again, I noticed, its black rubber handles leaning casually against the bamboo chair in the carport where I sit to read in the evenings. My old wind chimes, both bamboo, hung still and silent in the no-breeze morning. I glanced at the two plastic bowls, one red, one white, neatly placed by the old dog bed we have out for Marcos, the orange cat Caroline rescued when his owners left him - along with his litter box and those plastic bowls - on the front porch next door as they rumbled away in their U-Haul truck back in September. My heart filled as I sat there, dwelling on my simple, full to the brim, rich life here with these ordinary symbols of the family tucked within.