Mornings seem to be on my mind a lot lately and, more importantly, of some significance as well.
Writer Austin Kleon has a blog that I often pop by to read. As with many blogs I visit, I don’t manage to read every post though do find the thoughts and ideas are always what bring me back. Kleon mentioned how he feels on days he goes “… for a walk, the day never feels like a waste.” Full agreement on that. Daily walks, especially the morning walks, are adventures with discoveries.
Just as each day is different, so too each walk is different. Each walk is like a story with different scenes, characters, and storylines.
After morning coffee, when the darkness began fading to dawn I noticed there was fog, which is not common. I was excited to take some photos. By the time I got dressed and outside, the fog was lifting — and quickly. I didn’t get a single photo in the fog. But as I walked, with the air still moist on my face, a soft scarf keeping my neck warm, the sun burst through like a runner determined to split the ribbon at the finish line.
Other morning walkers were particularly cheery in their greetings. One lady caught up to me exclaiming that she loved my coat. It’s not the first time someone has said that. It certainly isn’t because it’s stylish (it’s so old I won’t embarrass myself by admitting how many winters I’ve worn it). My jacket is the colour of fresh lemons. At this time of year when the skies are often grey, rain keeping us steady company, and generally a dull time of year, I realize I must stand out among all the dark winter jacket-wearers. Here I am walking the streets like a silly sunflower amid November’s colourless days.
It doesn’t seem to matter whether my morning walks are along the beach, in the neighbourhood, at the marina, or on one of the forest trails, they all have their own story that I take back home for safekeeping within my heart.
“This is a wonderful day. I haven’t seen this one before.”
Maya Angelou
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Beautiful dawning with the subtle appearance of crepuscular rays! And I love the glistening gold foliage and the reflection off the water. I await the arrival of the day that I wake for a “regular” morning walk. It seems the weekend mornings are always bustling with things that need to get done before I head out the door. As if all of my chores of the day must be done by 10:00 AM. I admit that I love to get grocery shopping out of the way before the crowds overtake the store. I love the early mornings when there is a silence so golden that hearing the subtle beginnings of birds singing sends a chill down my spine.
Oh for a jacket the colour of lemons!