really good peanut butter

I’ve come across this word “elegance” a number of times lately. I’ve rather become enchanted with it. When am I not offered something akin to elegance when I simply walk out into the day – the first sips of coffee; standing before a green wall of bee-covered, butterfly-covered, hummingbird-covered yellow flowers; getting the chance to help someone out; lost in a library.

What’s my part, I can wonder at times. Other times it’s perfectly clear. How about this – “Yet still somehow recall the elegance of ancient days.” Lost in the woods, with a friend, and a dog. The feral cat ‘Bobbie’ rubbing my finger through the fence with his nose.