Again with the mood descriptions that don't fit what I'm feeling. I guess that's one of the reasons I never answer polls that want one or two word basically canned responses. Their words just don't "fit."
The bed, in its infinite wisdom, gave me the heave ho at approximately 6:30 this morning. I get up for work at 6:30 anyway, but gee whiz, criminy, and all those other adjectives.
On the other hand, I had time to appreciate a small miracle. There is a tall evergreen directly east from our house and about two blocks away. A very, very large evergreen tree. I believe that piece of God’s creation is fifty feet tall if it’s an inch and right now it is directly in the path of the sun as it rises.
I spent about half an hour over my morning coffee watching the sunbeams move from place to place in the yard as the sun moved behind that tree. A day lily here, some black eyed susans there. Brush a coneflower or two on one side of the plant, abandon those two and find others on the other side of the bush. Pass by the butterfly bush, and then come back. Leave everything in the shade for a moment, except for one glowing white geranium. Change the angle a bit, come a little higher and hit the white climber and the neighboring red clematis full force. Nature painted a landscape for me. A very transitory landscape. She’ll be back in the morning, but something tells me it won’t be quite the same. And that’s what makes it magical.
I can try to capture the scene with words. They are pale, very pale reflections. I can freeze a moment on film. It’s just not the same. I get this feeling very near frustration when I can “see” in my mind what I’m trying to say but the words I have don’t fit what I want to say. At times like this I feel like I need words that haven’t been invented yet. But that won’t help because I’m the only one who would know what the words mean. Is this making ANY sense?
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