It is my habit to get up before dawn merely to have some "me time". When the kids were still here, my whole time was spent doing for them. That "me time" was nonexistent if I went by the standard idea of sleeping late. So, the habit stuck and here I am in my old age still rising at 4am. Old habits die hard. But, the time spent by myself is always some of the most interesting and satisfying of the day. It is then that I can ponder things uninterrupted. It is also then that I can visit my critter friends without receiving looks of disdain.
It was one of those "friends" that made me pause for a good ten minutes or so at the crack of dawn. My wanderings had taken me around back of the house. That path falls close to the old chimney at one point. The bricks of the chimney, itself, are rather neat as they are now covered with soft, green mosses. It is not good for the bricks but it sure is mighty pretty. Seeing the moss is always a cause for pause to study the designs woven in the crevices. That is where I found my "friend". A tiny centipede was so busy hunting its breakfast among the moss mounds that it was oblivious to my presence. I was able to photograph the critter at my leisure as it stayed on the mosses for quite some time. In and out! In and out! The tiny centipede poked its face in every nook and cranny. Occasionally, it would find an ant. It would only stop long enough to devour the insect before restarting its search.
It is times like that moment that I cherish. Had anyone been with me as I traipsed the hillside, I am sure my centipede visit would not have been so lingering. Not many folks tend to take an interest in such oddities. I do. I revel in each find and want to soak it all in before I am not able to do this any more. Time is short, my friends. Enjoy it while you can. Take the time to smell those roses or watch the centipedes. Take the time for you.
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