I often claim that my predawn time on the end of the pier is my escape. I can meditate, ready my mind and body for the day's chores and then sit back to enjoy the sunrise. It is my "me time". It is the time when the whole world seems at peace. I enjoy this habit and make no excuses for keeping such odd hours.
This morning, heavy clouds blocked out most of the sun's attempts of giving one of its glorious performances. Instead of the kaleidoscopic array of colors, there was dark grey. Instead of sunbeams shooting across the horizon, there was one momentary "hole" that let the bright rays spill out of the inkiness. That "hole" was mesmerizing even though fleeting. It almost appeared to be a doorway to a much more beautiful place than this world could ever offer. The urge to step through that entryway was tempting the body and soul.
Bat (the cat) and I watched the brilliance for the few moments it appeared. Then...total darkness engulfed us again. Our chance to "escape" had slipped from reach and now we had to settle in to face the day here. No problem...he and I started our day with happy ideas bouncing around in our minds...his of exploring the rooftop of the greenhouse and mine of springtime plantings. Life goes on so we might as well make the best of it.
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