Do you see the "infinity" pool that reaches out to the edges of my mountain top? Do you see the beautiful reflections of the grape arbor and the blue sky of the early morning?
Alas, it is not the pool of my dreams. In reality, it is a birdbath in my back yard.
This morning I filled it with water and saw myself swimming to its edge, resting my head on the warm, sunsoaked concrete "sand" of this container. A miniature me, swimming in the luxury of this round deep pool with a stunning view.
I breathe in the fragrance of the lavender, spreading into its own reflection, in this pool of my imagination.
Avoiding the one visionary rose that survived the summer heat and never needed watering.
I will leave the infinity pool of my dreams to the sweet, yellow finches...
To the beautiful bluebirds.