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There has been so much rain lately; this blue, cloudless sky brings hope of a lovely day. The ghostly moon, still visible, is obscured momentarily by a plane's contrails cutting across its surface and, picking up my favourite mug, I take a sip of hot, freshly brewed coffee.
A dog barks in the distance. I wonder what he has seen to make him so vocal at this time of the morning.
Sitting here on the balcony, I am amazed at how much is going on right now. The constant hum of traffic resonates all around me, framed only by singing birds and honking geese.
Right now, I'm happy; able to breathe for the first time in ages.
A memory of waking up in an Italian hotel somewhere flashes through my mind and vanishes just as quickly, leaving behind the echo of a forgotten feeling.
I watch as a pair of Canada geese sweep gracefully overhead and notice, for the first time this morning that the sun is reflecting off the canal, sending its shimmering light through the trees.
Right now, in my contentedness, I feel connected to everything that is around me and as I finish off the last of my coffee, I make a promise to come to this place again soon.
Good morning Jeff! I know of what you speak, Sunday mornings are special here too. It truly can be a day of rest as it was originally intended in some parts of the world.
ReplyDeleteUntil the traffic begins in earnest, we just lay awake and listen to the birds, and Canada Geese too occasionally.
Your writing has a dreamlike quality which I find relaxing.
Morning Jim, it's good to hear from you! Glad that you have peaceful Sundays too. It's so important to have that time to ourselves every now and again to recharge our batteries. Thank you so much for your kind comment. Have a relaxing day :-)
ReplyDeleteOh, Jeff, this is so beautifully described that I feel like I was there, too. Thanks! I really needed to relax.
ReplyDelete:-) here in spirit Mitch. Hope you got to put your feet up too!
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