Bouncing Gray Curls

While my car idled at a red light, an elderly woman in the sedan behind me caught my attention. Her left hand held the steering wheel while she snapped the fingers on her right hand. It’s as though musical notes danced about her bouncing gray curls. Who was the artist singing inside her radio? Sinatra, Clooney, Bennet? I itched to tap on her window and ask, but instead, we accelerated on the green light. As she soon turned left and I continued straight, I thought of silently wishing her a joyful day, but clearly, she was already feeling that joy!

It’s the little things in life that make us sing and dance.💗

Into the Country

on the way back roads

It was
a perfect day
for cruising
on open roads,
for watching
the cows
watch us
as we paused
for a moment
to warm our faces
from the sun’s
late entrance,
and to relish
in life’s
simple joys

Lauren Scott © 2018
(re-write)
Photo: Taken in West Marin

Wishing you all a wonderful weekend! ❤

West Marin

on the way

I had a good day with you,
country road cruising

We weren’t alone, though
the cows saw us and

the sun warmed our faces
with its late entrance and

the geese entertained
with their water dancing and

our fingers laced together
with these simple joys in our hearts

Lauren Scott © 2015