Here is my gift for you. I forswear any words with which I might have thought to preface this tender. I stand silent. See my hand stretched toward you. Put down the burden in your arms. Reach instead to take what I offer. Something sweet, something unadulterated by election returns, or scowling lovers, or the flutter of bills to the floor when the letter carrier comes calling. This loveliness makes no demand of you. This glory exists merely to beautify the world where otherwise you might see ripples of dark and unrelenting pain. Serenity: that is my gift for you. Wrap yourself close.
It’s the third day of the seventy-fifth month of My Year Without Complaining. Life continues.
Taken on Andrus Island, on the California Delta Loop, near Isleton, California, 03 March 2020.