The sun is shining. Makes a big difference: a dreary gray day or one the sun kisses.
I glance up and see that I’ve forgotten to take the 2013 calendar down. It is a Susan Branch, and thus filled with her artwork. I will take it down and save it. Never know when you can use something from old calendars for a decoupage project.
There is a bird chirping outside the window. I reach up and open the blinds above the computer to see if I can spot it. It’s been awhile since I captured a bird with my camera. Too many days of snow and ice and gray. When birds were scarce.
The day yawns ahead of me. Stretches its arms and lets me know the world is my oyster. At least when it comes to days not scribbled full in a date planner.
|Oh, the days of spring time|
I will have my cereal and coffee, just like always, and check emails. Do work I need to get done on the computer. What I do every day. Seven days a week.
Occasionally glance up to see if a bird lands in my sight. So I can get my camera and do what I love to do. Capture images from today that last forever.
So few things you can capture today that last forever. Like trying to hold melting snow in the cup of your hand. It melts before you eyes and seeps through your closed fingers. And all you have is the memory of it being there for that short span of time.
From the corner of my eye I see the old cedar next door dancing in the breeze. While the bare branches in the tree next to it are all but still. Waiting for leaves to sprout so it can dance too.
I guess life is kind of like that. Melts through your fingers. So capture everything you can. While you have a smidgeon of a chance of holding onto it.