Autumn has arrived, holding hands with the summertime we never had. My youthful summer vacation self seeks full expression. Joy pulls at my shirt tail, tugs at my heart. Remembrances leap to the fore, tingling all of my senses in a rush of jumbled time and space.
Children's exuberant voices; crows cawing with the same energetic volume; juice of a ripe navel orange into which I just punched my thumb running down my arm; full moon drifting across the morning sky in the west...all of it joy...all of it mine.
Friend Susan has gifted me with the words: Never forfeit your right to joy due to crime. I add "due to anything." Joy is sustaining. Ripeness is all.
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