The night before last, a friend and I walked to a local eaterie and shared in a dinner (outdoors, beside a heater that didn’t put out quite enough therms to keep us warm), and then we walked the long way home, to enjoy the Christmas lights, conversation about our transitions over time, and mostly to get our blood circulating again. So there was every excuse to stay in bed this gray, chilly morning. But I mustered the gumption to rise, put on an extra layer, and wandered forth. As usual, when I approached the silvery, pre-dawn water my senses heightened.
Every day there are amazing views to savor, unexpected delights to discover, and joyful colors to revel in. Breathing in the scents and feeling the softly crunching icy grasses underfoot, losing one’s self in the rhythmic soft rumble of the rushing river just as the golden sun crests the hillside, hearing the dull thudding of the small woodpecker on the frozen hollowed trunk, feeling the crispness of the air on fingertips that take the photos and the warmth in one’s pocket afterward; everything contributes to bringing one alive, here, in this moment. Indeed, the presence of the whole revives me, cradles me within its bosom, and nourishes my soul. The day feels complete before it has even begun.
Every day there are amazing views to savor, unexpected delights to discover, and joyful colors to revel in. Breathing in the scents and feeling the softly crunching icy grasses underfoot, losing one’s self in the rhythmic soft rumble of the rushing river just as the golden sun crests the hillside, hearing the dull thudding of the small woodpecker on the frozen hollowed trunk, feeling the crispness of the air on fingertips that take the photos and the warmth in one’s pocket afterward; everything contributes to bringing one alive, here, in this moment. Indeed, the presence of the whole revives me, cradles me within its bosom, and nourishes my soul. The day feels complete before it has even begun.
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