Today I love open mic Fridays. I love that I can’t remember how long I’ve been the Master of Ceremonies of the Friday Afternoon Coffee House & Open Mic at The Bleeding Carrot. I love that I never know who might show up. There are people I hope to see there, and you are be one of them, so try to make it this afternoon, won’t you?
Today I love that I’ve been trying to make an appointment with a client and I keep making a mess of timing, and today isn’t much different, so it looks like the meeting will take place this evening because today I’m as scrambled and scrambling as ever. I love that I often feel like everything is coming apart at the seams and then suddenly each thing comes together and is taken care of or is exposed as an unnecessary thing that’s just been bothering me.
Today I love the pale gold vista of the eastern sky. I love that the clouds out there don’t look white and don’t quite look golden, but look like something that is both and neither at the same time. What a hauntingly beautiful color for the sky to show me today. And the darker clouds that look grey at first blush and then suggest that they are perhaps more of a pale purple, a blue with a touch of rose … then they look grey again. I love beautiful views that make you wonder if they were ever really there, I love realizing that it doesn’t matter if they were there or not, I saw them. I got to see, in my minds eye at least, a beauty that perhaps was meant only for me to see and then to share.
Today I love to watch the world wake up while I sip my coffee. I love how morning coffee tastes like morning and awakening, how afternoon coffee tastes unmistakably afternoonish, and how evening coffee tastes like evening excitement.