The tall stemmed crystal glass I carry in my hand sings when my silver ring makes contact. Moss on the driveway clings to the soles of my bare feet. The paint on the walls of the house invites me to blend in, enquires if I could possibly add another tint, a deeper hue. Everywhere I look there is an invitation of sorts.
My email announces that I will be part of an upcoming anthology, published in early December with the Christmas market in mind. I am more than pleased. My fingers paint the keyboard bright yellow with my response. Thank you very much, I write. I am happy to learn of this. The dogs too answer my request when I invite them in an especially softened voice to come to me, they too respond and run to me full of expectation, awaiting a caress or a small treat, a tiny biscuit in the shape of a bone that they munch down with deep satisfaction. My son hears of a friend of his who has had surgery on his hip. Let's buy him some chocolates, I say and a card, a funny get well card to cheer him up. We do. The card says, ''an apple a day keeps the doctor away'' and shows a kid throwing an apple at the doctor as he runs out the door. Clever. My son leaves his mark and his invitation to mankind when he rings the doorbell of the boys house. The Dad asks him in. I watch from the car, proud of my son, fourteen but aware. When he comes out, he says, the Mom wants me to come for dinner soon. Good, I say, that's nice, and it's so nice that you care for others. These are surely more marks on the canvas, more strokes of a life properly lived or what, aspired to? The vast array of colours that blend, the delicate swirls and meshing of existence. It is a reaching out. A soft touch on the upturned shoulder. A song that you hear on the radio that immediately irons you. A word of care. A word that says all. All is now, now is life, life is now. Reaching out and into it, digging down and feeling it. And life. Life is fragile. Achingly fragile, like the glass I hold in my hand, yes, beautiful to behold,a work of art but very very temporary. All it takes is one wrong step and it is bound to be shattered.