a view from the roof...
looking across the lake, some days seeing hamilton, stony creek, burlington; but most days not seeing farther than the end of the pier,
like tonight… and it seems like we are in a bubble of haze and faded sunlight.
the patio is a warm oasis, with the oleander tree now in bloom, dancing towards the sun every time i move her around. the sweetpeas have grown up, and the smell makes me close my eyes and smile.
almost every rung of the staircase is dressed in morning glory, and i wait for the morning when the railing is formalized in pinks and purples and yellows.
even though i can’t see the other side of the lake, what i see inside the corners of my garden seems to more than make up for it now.