Doing and being

A day of doing and being. I sat in the garden reading and enjoyed the warmth of the sun on my skin. Took off to the beach to work on one of my projects and found myself gazing out to the horizon completely lost in thought and snapped back to find that I was right out of time and the girls would be sitting on the stoop wondering where I was. The beach has a way of pulling me in, but today it left me feeling a little sombre and slightly distant.

Later the cats brought me a baby rabbit - so tiny and utterly perfect - but the wee thing died in my hands.