the season slowly turning and showing up at a farmer's market on a Saturday
and in the early chilly orange pumpkins and fuzzy peaches cilantro and crazy fruit pansies and zinnias tomatoes and big fat watermelon
all glammed for the occasion like a party
where warm sweaters comfy jeans baseball hats the oh-so-happy dress code and all kids are welcome
filling the space with laughter loud and commerce bustling arms full of produce and sunflowers and a riot of color all competing and tied up in crisp paper and string
now homeward bound with a stop everyone's favorite on saturday morning into afternoon delicious and free-wheeling unrestrained freedom joy bubbling up and grateful the word of the day
when two have said i do on the dock of the bay in the glorious of late afternoon summer waning on a saturday almost september the groom and his bride so exquisite smiling and laughing hugging and posing the water lapping cameras clicking capturing moments soon to fade on a saturday almost september and then eventually riding away into future days yet unspent all full of happy lives merging tin cans bouncing announcing to the world just married and what is left breath-taking quiet beauty surrounding the sun cooler now setting coloring the blue with ink stains spreading and merging all hues of tropical melting into the bay night approaching in all it's grandeur lights appearing across the water friends drifting home the dock emptying and in a hush of eventide brush strokes of glory filling the thin moments of dusk as night falls and being reminded a wedding and a sunset both unfurling holy for all the world to see
