Friday, November 20, 2009
something about mornings
I walked outside and turned the corner onto the strip of road that runs behind my house. It was a bright early morning but the cold of night hadn't quite left the air yet.
I walked slowly in the middle of the street, breathing in the crisp air and enjoying the cold on my skin. I love early mornings in the fall. Sunny and cold. It's a perfect combination.
Cars drove by on my right and I cleared the street for those in front of me. The sound of leaves swooshed in front of me as each car passed by.
I tightened my coat around me. It was a long walk, but I was enjoying it. The street was silent apart from the sound of cars. The air felt empty and I felt calm.
I thought about the times I used to run along this road and smiled. As much as I hated running, I actually felt good after each run.
I thought about the way the trees looked alive with so many colors. I used to hate the color changing leaves, but in this morning, they looked magical.
I thought about the day that was beginning and the events I was about to live through. I wouldn't be able to survive another day unless I started it out with something beautiful.
Nature has a way of erasing all the bad. Or at least making you forget about it for the time being. Something about those leaves, the cold, the quiet.
Mornings have never been more perfect. I could hear the city waking up. More cars on the road as the street became louder.
Every scent, breeze, and sound could be felt as I walked the street. That small strip of road that runs behind my house.
At the end of the street I turned around and started my walk back home. Returning to the chaos of my life but hoping for the quiet of my soul.
If only the entire day could be as glorious as that early morning. If only I could live like that moment was forever.
If I could just breathe in those scents, those sounds, and that ambiance. Everything that makes life full, right there on that small strip of road that runs behind my house.