peacock

Coming down the hill this afternoon was like stepping into five or fifteen years ago, the peacock was out of his pen and on display on the freshly mowed lawn. Everything that's happened since vanished for a while. The berries are near their peak and were gathered by the handful, and given away. Soon it'll be time for the evening thunderstorm.

This week here has been like that, stepping back into life here like I'd never left, wondering how I ever left. We're leaving the peacock out, the foolish young bird is trying to intimidate the dogs as they lie on the lawn, and I wonder how this moment can ever last.