… I dreamed of my father when he was old…
He leaned on a cane and dragged his feet
along the ground in hurried little steps
so that I called to him “take care, take care,”
as the horses stamped and frolicked around him.
But while I warned, he seized the mane
of the nearest one. “It’ll be all right,” he said,
and then from his broken stance he leapt astride,
and sat lithe and straight and strong in the
sun’s unshadowed excellence … – Wendell Berry –
PiYo Wednesday
This Morning At 8:00 am
Here is the Zoom…
