Just another early morning walk
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The sound of soft thunder woke me this morning at about 2 AM. I can tell now when I will not be able to go back to sleep, so I decided to get up and go for one of my early morning walks. The early morning hours are the best, the mind is calm, the body rested, well relatively speaking it is, a good time for mediation, prayer and reading.
I am trying to cut back on my coffee and to simply drink more water, since I know from experience I feel better when I do this, however I still have my ritual for my first cup of ‘joe’. I usually drink my coffee black, but on most mornings my first cup has coffee mate and one spoon of sugar with it. I love the sound of coffee pouring into a cup, watching the coffee mate swirl and sink below the surface, and the sound of the spoon stirring as its scraps the side of the cup. These simple familiar sounds seem to center me and help to further quiet the mind. I guess I am easy to please, or my mind is not very active in the first place.
After coffee, I went outside and saw that it did rain a bit, not much, but enough to leave that wonderful smell of rain in the air, that brings back so many memories of the different times of my life when wonderful things happen on days such as these. As I was slowly walking a gentle breeze came up and caressed me with it gentle coolness, a relief since now even the mornings are sometimes as high as 80 degrees. There was no dripping of water from the leaves, so I guess the rain was not very much. I suppose we are going to have a very dry summer, but I hope I am wrong.
I can’t say I dread the coming day, but I am not looking forward to it; the very bright sun and the oppressive heat. Too much sun tends to depress me, or perhaps deplete is the better word, I guess I am a child of the night, with its soft sounds, cool breezes, with the sounds of crickets, coyotes, and deer huffing at me from the darkness, and the occasional bat sweeping bye looking for some juicy insect unlucky enough to be in its path. I have leaned over the years that there is no need to duck bats, they don’t hit people; at least I have not been in my long life. Besides, I don’t have enough hair for them to get entangled in anyway. I suppose it is just another ‘old wife’s’ tale, or what they call an urban legend.
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