I can see blue sky beyond the haze that gently kisses earth to leave welcome dew in its silent wake. Gray looms on the horizon where lakers watch for clouds to clear. I remember when I once watched and wondered, but now I leave it there in the past where it belongs. I am here in this place now, this time, when days pass slowly and what I want to do is often left undone. I look out at someone else’s horses in my pasture and turn away from dreams of long ago. I wait in the silence and hear the child laughter of decades removed and smile in tearful thanksgiving of yesterday’s joys and tomorrow’s soon to come.