Day Break

Every morning I wake up and go over everything I need to do that day.

What articles am I going to write? Do I have any appointments to keep? Any errands to run? Bills to pay?

All this consumes my waking moments until Maggie Cat starts banging her head against mine, and I drag my sorry ass out of bed to start the day.

This morning, I got up and fed Maggie. Passing the windows to the backyard, I heard the crickets still at it, and Mr. and Mrs. Cardinal chirping back and forth to one another. I  went back to bed and snoozed a little more, then I rolled over and looked out the window. It was Saturday-morning quiet. A little bit of traffic noise and a choo choo. But mostly just birds. 

And a glorious sky.

I lay on my side for some time and watched the clouds shift and crawl across the heavens, the sun winking in and out like a child's peek-a-boo. Instead of reviewing my itinerary, I watched the specs that were birds soaring up and about, and I wondered what it would be like to fly. 

And wouldn't it be so cool to take a train someplace today. Where would I go? Whom would I see?

There are times when I miss having cable television and Netflix. 

And then there are mornings like this, when Mother N. provides all the entertainment I need.