Today I love small towns waking up in the early morning. I love that there’s a person with an appointment waiting for the open sign to be turned at the eye doctor’s office. I love that the man who runs the convenience store is out watering the plants for sale out front. I love that the café that I call my Wednesday office smells of fresh grind and good baking. I love that the air is cold but the sun is kind and the day is full of promises of soft, warm, bright weather and those are things we’ve been longing for. I love that I have an errand to run, something to pick up at the hardware store for a project at the lake. I love that there will be groups of people that have nothing to do with me, moving in and out of my Wednesday office in happy bubbling clumps as they enjoy their coffee and baked goods as a treat after yoga or biking, or as the excuse for a destination when actually they are each other’s destinations. I love that Wednesday is the day I get my freshly roasted coffee beans for home. I love that Wednesday has taken on a new personality in my life, the day when I go to work on things that need doing and can be done from anywhere, the day those things get done.
Today I love the sun shining on the water. I love that I live on the inside coast, the edge of water so big there are places where you cannot see across it, yet I’m in the middle of my country. I love that the water I live on is so great it’s called the Great Lakes, that my lake is Huron and my main bay is Georgian and my small bays are Owen Sound Bay, Purgatory (or Big) Bay, and Colpoy’s Bay. I love water, being on it, in it, near it, by it. I love the way it smells and tastes, the way it can tickle or pound at the shore line like a favorite lover or a misunderstood child.
Today I love mango and strawberry in the porridge. I love shoes that wear well and don’t hurt when I walk. I love when I hear the call of the day and I have to tell it I have things to do and I hear it saying, “I understand …” in that passive aggressive way with all the sighing and heavy breathing …. until I get my work done, or give in, and I head out into the day and feel the surge of joy that occurs when it gets its own way.
Today I love drinking coffee in my Wednesday office in a fresh and awakening small town.