Today I love this silver fog that’s hanging low over my Wednesday town and making the street’s buildings look like they are on a floating island. I love the cool, fresh feel of fog, love breathing in clouds that come down to lie on the ground, love the sweet, clean taste of them when I breathe. I love that we navigated safely through the fog this morning and made it to our Wednesday places of work, despite the crazy person who tore past us on the right on the gravel shoulder and then, though they needed to pass us that desperately, never went any faster and stayed right in front of us the rest of the way until our turn off. I love that in retrospect I am pretty sure they scared themself ’cause I’m pretty sure they experienced a bit of drift they weren’t ready for and now likely feel that they were maybe not cut out to be quite that aggressive and that might just save their life in the future. I love when people learn that fog is not to be fooled with. I love that years ago some guy came flying up behind me like a mad man and tried to pass me in a thick fog, and as soon as he pulled out to pass a car came at him on that narrow road and he barely got back in behind me in time … and then he drove behind me and very well behaved for the next eighty-five miles. I love when people learn without dying, I hope he found some place to change his pants.
Today I love that I got out of the hospital yesterday in just enough time to catch a ride on the dragon boat for half an hour. I love that as I headed for the slip I saw them coming down the river and that crew is looking so good this season, in time, strong, reaching out, pulling with their cores and recovering their strokes like pros. I love how much fun people have doing that, and I love being the person that takes them safely through the water, watching for the hazards and guiding the boat while they concentrate on all that power.
Today I love shredded wheat for breakfast. I love that we use maple syrup almost every day of our lives. I love when my hair is braided and all in place, even though as a general rule I do not care much about my hair. I love that it has grown to terminal length because I can’t be bothered to cut it. I love that sometimes I catch sight of myself in a window or mirror somewhere and I think, “That should be scaring little children …” and yet they seem to mostly smile at me and I wonder if they’re thinking, “That man looks like he goes on adventures.” and that’s just fine with me.
Today I love sitting in my Wednesday office café sipping my Wednesday morning coffee in this Wednesday town and contemplating my next adventure.