it is one of those mornings.
here we are first day of fall
round here everything is confused. the fields that have absorbed the water are bright spring green. vines on fences bolted 10 feet when they should be preparing for slumber...
the calendar tells me it is sunday but I already know that.
I know because the traffic is light on the road outside and the city buzz is quiet. perhaps it is simply the years of conditioning in this society that has me feeling that sunday is still the day of rest.
all the windows are closed because, as the moon just told us, it is harvest time and the nights and mornings are cool. the morning sunlight beams down, baking the ground, rousing a whole new hatch of insects instinctively knowing if they exit that ray a cold atrophication awaits. The crocus misinterprets and springs back out of bulb hibernation to receive the sun. i hesitate to remind myself this is the desert...
the sun tracks closer to the horizon pushing light into hanging crystals flooding my room with kaleidoscopes of colour. cardigans now my constant companions.
i realize that everyday is sunday for me now, taking time to make breakfast, read the news, meditate, exercise, catch up with friends and fam... these are daily tasks for i have given up the putting off. I don't save up my fun or relaxation or work or chores or desires. i strive for daily balance- an idealistic view i know, but one that erases the fear of never getting the chance or time to do/see/hear/love.
it is one of those mornings to be grateful
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