Saturday, December 8, 2007
One winter morning~
I woke early this morning, way too early for Saturday, the day I plan to catch up on my weekly sleep deficit.
Monday through Friday I get up at 5:45. This time of year, the sun -- if it appears that day-- barely makes it to 20 degrees above the horizon by the time I get to work.
The early winter sky is always beautiful, my small consolation prize for being conscious--barely-- before my biorhythms want me to be.
But today, I figured I'd roll out after nine, at least, if I was lucky. I wasn't, as far as my sleep plans went.
I'd gone to the bathroom, and plopped back into bed. But the view I'd seen out the window nagged: perfect light, snow still on the branches, grasses bowed and beautiful under crystal blankets.
Go to sleep. It's only snow, I told myself.
But it's beautiful, and you can take a nap later. Get up! That was me, too.
When I argue with myself, I listen to the emotional side, not the logical. So I got up, grabbed the camera, and slipped out into the frosty beauty.
In reality I was blessed; that's better than lucky.
I walked beside bunny and deer tracks. Grasses leaned into the trail like spectators anxious for a parade to begin. But there was only me, snapping pictures of what the sun put its finger on.
Unlike the students in my class, the grasses, vines, and trees were undemanding. No clamoring and clowning for me to take their pictures. They just stood proud, quiet and beautiful.
Worth waking early for.
In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy. ~William Blake