If I had to describe my feelings
for the day right now in one word at 6:53 it would be a combination of despair
and adventure so that one word would be…….denture?
Usually I awake pleasantly and
jump up and head off with gusto into the moment. Today I had been lying awake
but had just started to drift off again when the alarm went off and much to my
surprise my first reaction was to ignore it. Different. I changed and headed out into the early
morning with great un-enthusiasm. I trudged along as though performing a chore
I detested but was necessary, like changing the litter box. That is when I came across the musky,
unpleasant smell of skunk. It was not fresh as though the little varmint was
near, it just lingered more prominent in some places than in others. I also
noticed the scent of grass, wood from damp fences, and soil. The fences were damp?
The air was warm and wet. I heard a cricket stop chirping as I walked on and
noticed that the grass was twinkling under the street lights as though handfuls
of diamonds had been strewn across them with abandon. That is when I noticed a flicker of white and
a rabbit scatted through the grass and around a corner. Off in the distance I
could hear the traffic on the freeway but playing over that was the croaking
bellow of a toad. As I gazed in his direction my eyes caught a pale veiled
light hidden in the dark sky and as I watched it a fine thin curtain lifted for
just a moment and a heavy black one dropped over it all. I turned to get a
better look and realizing she had an audience the dark velvet curtain slowly
parted and the moon dressed in black gossamer made a brief appearance as if to
wave good bye and vanished again. I turned my head and looked up the long
straight street I still had left to conquer before I was home. The streetlamps were
lined up like soldiers for my review and each one of them was crowned with a
bright golden halo that melted into a creamy honey light and then pale buttery yellow
out into and becoming part of the damp warm air. I skimmed the still dark houses
on the street and I realized with some sadness that they were not privy to the
beauty I had witnessed. I was bewildered
to find myself at the corner of that long street and 4 houses from home. What
at first seemed like trudging had become almost a waltz through a damp misty
morning.
Do you think this is how a
highland morning starts? If so then Lady Tamara www.HighlandTitles.com needs t’ be there not here.
Come…..waltz with me…..
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