Today I watched an elderly couple raking the yellow ginko leaves in their small front yard He used a fan rake, mimicking the shape of the leaves, to make neat piles. She followed behind on the sidewalk with a soft broom. The gentle rasping and brushing sounds seemed as though from a different time. I looked up at the blue expanse above the church next door and an eagle circled above us.
The day before, I glimpsed two emergency technicians carrying an elderly neighbour down her steps and onto a stretcher. No siren. No lights flashing. Just three silent actors moving with quiet, careful dignity.
So many things I should be doing, getting done while I am able-bodied. But some days all you can do is keep quiet, listen, lift your head and admire the sky that you hope will be here after you are gone.