In the shaded light of the early morning, three lemons askew on the counter spoke their vibrant, yellow truths. A second cold, just as the last resolved, pulling me down, closer to the ground. Riding gravity, into rest. Reminders everywhere, of loves awaiting, opportunities for service. The dog stretches, the upturned faces of my children; bids for nurturance fill my cup. The blue sky sees me today, through the naked branches of many tall elms. The few leaves that linger, magnificent in their color, strong.