Sitting outside and in the FAR distance I spot pigeons perched on a swinging wire. Huddled down – swinging like a bird festoon adorning the background of the mountains.
It was tough – but I managed to weather (no pun intended) the wind and even though my camera was shaky – capture these. Please know HOW far away they were. “Like, really far away.” (She says like the Valley Girl she’s not.)
I just sat outside with my coffee – bundled in my fleece pajamas and looked up, and around. The stars are amazing. My kingdom for a camera that would capture them for you!
A sip of coffee and a silent prayer, “God, speak to me …” A rooster crowed from somewhere down the dirt road and from the corner of my eye, a falling star.
A Leonid? I thought. I heard they were coming.
Back inside and I hear birds. My sons alarm clock is apparently set to the nature sound feature.
Other than that all I hear is my dog sighing and now the tap-tap of the keyboard.
Only I am disturbing the quiet.
I think about the post I wrote yesterday and the line “He never showed up”.
When really, I never showed up.
But I’m here now. And my eyes are open to falling stars, butterflies and bees. My ears are open to roosters and my loved ones.
Good morning friends.