I feel stretched by the photos of our universe, remember as a child standing outside feeling the universes within me, and the universes of which I’m part.

I’m up early to water in the fog, the moon, now partial though more than half, shining through.  The days are shorter now and all branches, including us, to reach and utilize the summer light.  I eat plum offerings from the trees.

Edith Wharton wrote: Set wide the window.  Let me drink the day.

I open all my cells to receive, filter, drink, and feast on and with this beautiful new day.