Morning Musings

As You may know, I love to write. To me, Life is what surrounds You and you must celebrate every minute that is gifted to You. When I tap at a keyboard, I don't bring images of different Countries or Grand expanses. I write about what is Dearest to me. That is my Home and surroundings. I celebrate the Mornings and the Glories of my flowers that I'v lovingly planted along with Memories that I'v accrued through the Years. It is a part of my very essence. This is a short story that I penned this morning after one of my cherished 'walks.'
ONCE MORE
I awakened to the Dawn having already broken this Morning and a Cat perched next to me tentatively touching my face with His paws. My blue eyes met His green and I pulled at the sheet and summer afghan on My bed. His signal given, he bounded from the bed to the floor towards the hallway. He knew that breakfast would soon be His.
I said a silent Thank You as I rose from the bed and my feet hit the floor but didn't bound down the hall as he had. Instead, I pulled a pair of shorts and a tank top on grabbing my shoes and socks as I walked to the kitchen. By the time I arrived, 3 uniquely distinct felines were surveying their food bowls and casting glances at Me. It was their time for their morning meal and sat patiently as I gathered the bowls and opened the cans. My "Alpha' would always be served first with the 2 littermates in tandem. As they began their meals, I sat to put my shoes and socks on and headed towards the door to the garage. With a push of a Button the steel door laboriously raised itself up and I could feel the coolness of the morning air. My Second task of the early hours was now at hand.
The colors of the Day were clear and brilliant with the lawn and trees an Emerald color and the Sky a powder blue with muted clouds that hadn't boundaries, rather, angular projections of white filling in the sky. As I crossed in front of My lawn the Ruby Red of My Lincoln Roses added a Contrast to the palette and a fleeting reminder of trimming them back entered my head soon to vanish with the next vision in front of Me. A yellow school bus passed by and I could feel my heart twist in the same fashion that my back was as it adjusted itself to the familiar irregularities of the street. The Bus did not stop at the end of my road as it had often done before, for My street had lost it's children to time. They had disappeared into adults as all do who had inhabited these Homes, fashioning their own courses in life as I had once walked before. The tightness in my throat subsided with my reverie as a ray of sunlight caught and latched itself to me bringing me back to the present. I had already traversed many years passed by the time I came to my road sign.
Onto the adjoining thoroughfare I turned as I straightened my back and set myself in a determined motion. I claimed this time as mine but was sorely mistaken as cars passed my lone figure in a tempestuous scramble to arrive at their work. The atmosphere took on an acrid smell from the exhaust and my lower back contorted itself once again as I was relegated to the side of the road to let them pass. There worlds and mine would not collide today except for a fleeting passing mixed with exhaust fumes. Their mission would be run by the hands of a clock, whilst mine would be determined by the pull on the strings of my heart. I took great joy in that revelation of the purest freedom.
The creek moved slowly as it filtered through the field of the curving entry way to my rural neighborhood. It gave no clue by sound that it existed. It just quietly meandered through the greenery flowing beneath the blacktop to empty into the cattle pond where it spilled it's contents, giving the Pond Life and Life to the Pond.
Most of the activity at this watering hole had ceased earlier as the Dawn stole the Night erupting into it's brilliance. The cattle and horses munched lazily at it's edges with the Herons unperturbed by their presence. The Family of Mallards were now in the very middle lazily paddling and teaching their ducklings that safety lies in the depths rather than the shallows, a hard but simple lesson for the Young. Their presence were of a soft and unspoken beauty.
I passed the lawn of 'Just Because' named by children who had inhabited the area in those Days of the Past. A Homeowner had bought 2 lots long ago. On one was perched His 2 story house but the other was his garden. In the Spring he chose not to mow it allowing the earth to bring forth a myriad of field flowers that he'd sewn long ago that would melt into an explosive spray of white dogwoods as March set itself in place. Summer was titled the Crepe Myrtle from the lightest lilac color to a magenta then white. In the Fall, the property would be decorated by hay bales and pumpkins. I ticked another item off of My mental the list that the Harvest Season would be soon upon Us.
I took the swing back to home at the halfway point and once more felt my body adjust to it's upright posture as each foot doggedly placed it self in time to the demands of the rolling hill that I would have to contend with. My spine resumed it's natural curve as my lower back could feel the muscles tightening against the gravity that I was attempting to overcome. My ankles steadied themselves sending signals to my calves to shorten and my thighs to push through and raise each foot in synchrony. As the mission of conquering height was accomplished, I could feel the relaxation take hold as I passed the corner of the white, boarded fence. I continued my well rehearsed steps back onto my familiar lane with the roses once more greeting me and the impatiens crying out in their numerous shades "Welcome Home.". I set my feet upon the drive and entered the house through the garage, once more refreshed and renewed. I spied that the cat bowls were empty as I opened the cap on my bottled water and poured it down my parched throat. In front of Me lie a life that I had created. From a warm and inviting kitchen to the elegance of the chinoissere that held my Lladros and Family Doultons I made my way through my Home. As I passed by the Foyer I gently touched the base of the cross that had once adorned my Grandparent's bedroom and acknowledged a presence much larger than myself. I didn't need the parting of seas or manna from the heavens. I'd already experienced today's miracles in and of themselves.