Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Waiting for Sunrise

The world is still frozen here each morning. It is hard, at times, to force myself to bundle up and go out into it. Once I do I am rewarded by the fresh air and the urge to explore. Walking the familiar path each day gets stale. I stop seeing things. I went right instead of left today and found that my entire attention was woken up just by going into unfamiliar territory. Seeing the new velvet soft growth on willows, hearing...oh great delight the call of red wing blackbird has returned, and the scent of violets on the air all remind me it is good to be alive.

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