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March Slice of Life No. 21

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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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March 2019 SOLC–Day 21
Thank you to

Two Writing Teachers