March Slice of Life No. 21
capturing morning moments
Our day begins before the sun has risen, while darkness still blankets earth and our city slumbers, we put our breakfast dishes into the dishwasher, pour another cup of coffee and retire to our front room to sit for a spell in our easy chairs, to drink our second cup of coffee, to talk…
- About I Peter… a passage he read that morning…
- About the vernal equinox arriving, marking the first day of spring…
- About our street being due east and west, the baseline for surveyors years ago… About baselines–Stark Street and Walker Road… About the old surveyor marker at the corner of our property
- About how on this day we could stand in the middle of the street and see the sunrise at one end and set at the other… not that we would do such a reckless thing on our street..
- About meridians, parallels, latitudes, and longitudes… and about the time we stood on the Equator…
- About how beautiful the moon was last night… About a super moon, a Worm Moon… This raises questions. So like two fireflies in our dusky room, our cell phones light up as we search the internet… I wonder what our neighbors think when they see two small lights shining in the darkness of our house so early in the morning… I laugh, he chuckles…
- We hear the sound of the blue can recycle truck, groaning and squealing, clanking and thumping. The can is lifted, emptied, and set back down on the curb…
- We read snatches of information about the moon, back and forth, to each other, finding answers to our wonderings…
- We wonder if the evening will be clear so we can see the moon rise over our neighbor’s house… and that sends us to our weather apps…
- We notice the high is going to be 72… how great is that for the first day of spring…
- We hear the green debris recycle can truck groan in front of our house, lifting, dumping, setting back down… and then going to our neighbor’s house… The truck for the garbage…the gray can… won’t come for another hour or so. And we didn’t put out the yellow bin for glass, so that one won’t stop…
Our coffee cups are empty, and the sky is no longer black. Another day has begun.
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Thank you to
Two Writing Teachers
Your day starts with coffee and conversation-how lovely. I like how you covered so many topics that are meaningful to your lives.
What a peaceful start to your day! Thank you for bringing me along.
And when I don’t get up early, the story is much different…
A great way to ease into the busyness of the day ahead. No hurry. Nothing pressing that need immediate attention. A cup of coffee and conversation.
Sets the tone for me.
Your morning sounds so peaceful and fruitful, what a great way to start the day.
Thank you.
Such fun to listen in on your morning! I like hearing about the recycle trucks. Jack and I created a chant for what they do. Grab (the metal hands), lift, dump, down. Trash day is always fun when you’re too. I love the slow rhythm of this slice and the lovely shared conversation to begin your day.
How cute! Grandkids are such fun.
I was drawn in by the relaxing, unhurried tone of your morning. So different than mine, which always begins in silence–something I find necessary, since my workdays are filled with almost nonstop interactions. After your description of your street as the endpoints for sunrise/sunset, I’m wondering if they are our modern-day equivalents of Stonehenge…
Interesting wondering. I do like living in a house that face true south on a street that runs true east and west. It suits my internal compass.
Morning, coffee, and the moon … each with its own particular pull, braided together here. Believe it or not, I have not heard the term “Worm Moon” before. Had to look it up. I love its connection to sustaining life and the renewal of the earth. Many cycles to note here, as a new day dawns. 🙂
I’m so thankful God gave us cycles with so many opportunities to begin “new” — new moon, new year, new day, new morning, new week… and we could go on. Such redeeming opportunities.