It’s hitting the yellow ball with the center of the racket,
It’s rounding the mark so close I could touch it but don’t,
It’s the hum of the water against the hull of my sailboat as it planes across the bay,
It’s the sight of a pelican spanning its wings across the surface of the water as it glides along,
It’s the tender embrace of my son putting his arms around my back as we enjoy a few moments of silence on the pier,
It’s the sound of two F-22s coming in for a landing,
It’s being asked to help a new friend with a project she cares about.
Joy to the heart.
Life to my soul.

Leave a comment