Early morning. Coffee in hand.
Sam at my feet. Waiting
for the Cardinals so
we can start our day.
I may be still, but a
mental checklist is swirling. 
Much to do before
the weekend festivities.
Summer seems tantalizingly
just within our reach.
Flowers planted. Deck
in welcome mode.
The summer that stretches
before us is golden.
No humidity or bridge
traffic or crowds. 
Interesting how we
cull such delight
and anticipation from
such a somber holiday.
Perhaps remembering
the past contributes
to a heightened appreciation
of the gift of the present.