March 2023 SOLC–Day 11
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This morning I got out of bed, grabbed my glasses and phone and headed out of my room to go downstairs. As I stepped into the hallway, the moon light stopped me in my tracks. It flowed through the window and painted itself upon the old wooden floors. I stopped to take a photo, fascinated by the light and shadow interplay with the only hint of color in the illuminated pine boards.
I continued on my way downstairs, feeling a little lift, fed the cats, turned on the coffee pot, and sat down to write.
Wait a minute! My pen stopped in its tracks. It was supposed to be cloudy this morning. If it were cloudy, I wouldn’t be able to see the moon! (Yes, it did take me a bit to connect these dots.)
I looked outside again. There was the moon, brightly shining behind the trees.
I walked into the living room and looked to the East. A shimmer of red glowed on the horizon. A few clouds lay low in the sky.
Next, I looked at my weather app. “Bowdoinham, cloudy”.
Not so much! I thought.
So, now the question loomed. I knew I was in dire need of a dose of Nature, but I had thought today wouldn’t be a great day due to the forecasted clouds. Now, it looked like opportunity might be knocking. I glanced at the clock. 5:35 am. The sun was due to rise about 6 am. I couldn’t make it to the marsh, or the beach…but I could go down to the river.
And so I did.
When I first arrived, things were pretty low key. I sat in my car for a moment debating if I really wanted to get out and take pictures. It was colder than I’d thought it might be, and my energy has been hovering in the low range.
Maybe I should just go back home.
Finally, figuring I was already there, I convinced myself to get out of the car.
I crunched across the snowy grass and snapped a picture or two. At first, it looked like this:
Next, I wandered up to the bridge for a better vantage point. Just a few minutes later, it looked like this:
What a difference a few minutes can make! I turned to look up the river and wondered at yet another difference.
Looking west, upstream, there was just a subtle wash of pink in the clouds. The river was cluttered with ice.The mood was somber, cold-looking and somewhat severe.
I turned and looked back and forth between the two views–somewhat mind-boggling and definitely fascinating!
The colors faded, the day lightened, and I wandered a bit more, watching the morning unfold.
Later, as I drove home, I couldn’t help but think about what I would have missed if I hadn’t left the house, if I hadn’t gotten out of the car, and if I’d only looked one way.
Our days are filled with so many choices. Here’s hoping I make a few more positive ones along the way today.