It’s a gray one today, chilly, I think, though I don’t know for sure, oh, yeah, chilly, in the 40s. The wind is going, I can hear it.
Sometimes I wonder if trees like the wind. Without it, they don’t move, maybe it’s a way to stretch the old limbs.
They must like the rain.
Whatever “like” is for a tree, we don’t really know.
Eh. It’s Monday.
And I’ve taken to having my second cup of coffee in a travel mug, so that it stays hot for longer. Because as I sit here, having our little chat, I tend to forget it’s there.
I also have a fighting chance if I spill it.
Not that I tend to spill or anything.
Ahem.
Eh. It’s Monday.
Apparently my thoughts are scattered this morning, spotty, incohesive. It’s like that some days, and some days, remarkably, by the end, they all come together in one piece that feels planned.
And then other days, they just don’t.
This is one of those other days, those piecemeal days. The kind where I will get things done, eventually, but likely circling like a magpie.
If magpies circle.
They like shiny things and that’s the point, so something like a hawk would be a bad simile because I’d love to be as focused as a hawk right now. Which also makes me wonder if hawks have lackadaisical days too. And as I write that I realize that’s one of those words I’ve had wrong.
Unless they changed it.
Maybe they changed it.
They probably changed it.
But I wonder, if a hawk, all full of mice and rabbits and whatever, just takes a day for lazy circles in the sky for the fun of it. Because it can.
Maybe one is doing it right now, high above the trees who are having a wind spa-day.
Welcome to my brain.
Eh, it’s Monday.
Have a great day.
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