The schedule I drew up yesterday hangs on my dry erase board -- exactly where I left it. My fingers tap the keys in a volume so quiet that it's almost a silence. The day has started like any other, but the happenings which lie ahead beg to make it stand out from the ordinary. I don't realize that everyday is unique in it's own. I don't stop to think that today has but once chance and may never be relived or repeated. This day, these moments, are but one and fully their own.
Cereal pours into the small glass bowl, soon to be crunching in my mouth. Hot chocolate dances from the cup and onto the counter as the peppermint candy sinks to the bottom, melting in the heat. The liquid warms my chilled body as I open my math book. School, again.
My scribbles soon clutter lined pages and endless pieces of notebook paper. Inky letters spring out from the pages of the textbooks, wildly filling the pure thin sheets.
By mid-afternoon I find myself seated in the van again. (Is there ever a day when I don't?) To all us iowan's disbelief, the january air ranks 61 degrees. Impossible to what we're sure is a record high. The wheels of the car roll along the downtown streets to a place I don't go often, yet know so well.
Afternoons are one of my favorites.
Hours later, the city lights begin to flicker on. The sun is setting into a glorious display of blues, oranges, and pinks. The rays of light scan the walls of buildings with a fiery light only caught by someone looking. It's the thursday sunset and this time I don't experience it with my back turned, enclosed in our warm home. Or behind the windows of the car. This time, I'm there in the open, noticing and feeling it with all of nature.
As the sky darkens to a rich blue, earth and I? We settle down in complete peace, for thursday has come to a close. And tomorrow holds an entirely new realm of possibility.
p.s. as partial to change as I am, the new design is up. thoughts?