Today I love morning sounds as they bubble and simmer throughout this house, churning up the perfect froth on the top of another morning of potential and cheer like the crema on a perfectly made espresso or the foam on a glass of well shook orange juice to go with breakfast. I love that one of the first signs of seasons changing is in the sounds of children on their way to school, perhaps they have a little more joy in them as the weather warms or maybe its a touch more excitement or possibly even just the effect of wearing lighter clothes or their favorite rain gear, but something in the squeals and laughter changes in my way of hearing. I love that perhaps it isn’t a change in them at all but possibly a change in the way I listen to them. I love the sound of my neighborhood waking up and heading off to meet the day. I love that I am one of the ones that usually stays behind to do my work here on the block and keep an eye on things. I love that I get to watch the slow march of time through this neighborhood as the weeks slip by and the seasons change, and the watching is as entertaining as any other form of entertainment. I love earth’s visual art, painted on the canvas of land and bush and tree using the pallet of leaf and flower and rain and snow and dirt and rock and time, hung for anyone to see, touched up each day and night in a cycle of flourishes. I love this world.
Today I love that I get to go curling tonight and I will be throwing rocks and sweeping because I get to be a lead again and get some practice in at the basics before I go back to being a skip tomorrow night. I love the whole game of curling and wish the season would last a fair bit longer than it does. I love that there is a part of me that thinks there are only two seasons, curling season and getting ready for curling season.
Today I love that there will come a time in this hectic list of errands and chores, when I will stop and take a breath, make a cup of coffee and slip out onto the front porch and just sit and relax and sip my coffee … after I dry off the chair and clear the snow from the porch’s cement floor.
Today I love drinking coffee at the front door while saying goodbye for the morning, and making plans for that warm, front porch, afternoon cup of java I’m planning on having.