These are magic mornings for me. Magical moments that I steal to watch the world stir and wake, to wait without worry and simply to be. On most other mornings, I'm fully awake as my feet touch the floor, leaping into my life with jobs to finish and errands to run, lists to complete and chores to get done. On these mornings, however, I pause, knowing that rain has dampened the urgency of outside work, and wanting to preserve the quiet and peace of a still-resting household. While Mrs. ProfessorRoush sleeps soundly in the silence, Bella and I slip outside to capture the scenes, small or vast, that wait just a wall away.
Soon, I know, the sun will burn back the damp and break the fog's embrace. Sound and action will pour in with the sunlight and send the silence slinking back to the shadows. I'll start coffee for Mrs. ProfessorRoush and butter her toast to better our marriage. But I've had my rest and quiet, my moments of wonder and awe to revitalize my energies and soul. Another day beckons with jobs and errands and lists and chores.
(P.S. I was so pleased with the photo of Betty Boop that I'm entering it into the Gardening Gone Wild 'Picture This' photo contest. See the contest at http://gardeninggonewild.com/?p=28687)