I sit on the balcony in the warmth of the sun soaking up as much of her rays that I can fit into 10-minutes before the long work day begins. I feel like a rechargeable battery at 60% revving up to get to 100 in order to provide the energy needed to do everything and more. A light wind tickles my face like the virtual fingertips playing with my imagination in a dream last night.
The most beautiful high-pitched togetherness of 40-plus new birds flit by out on the horizon over SF. Their birdsong is new to my ears. Huzzah! I see them briefly as a giant wisp of dots. Who has arrived in the Bay Area today? They are so small and well-grouped, flying high over SF heading towards the north. Are they Wilson’s Warblers flying up from the south on their 2100-mile journey north? They dart left, right, all together in sync.
Next a dragonfly crosses my balcony! What is this perfect 10-minutes I have to juice up my essence? It seems everyone is flying by to say hello! And finally, as I start to close the sliding glass door after a human with a loud blower blows my aural airspace and I head in for retreat from the distorted molecular vibrations (those are most assuredly the worst of all “gardening” devices – ugh), I see a sweet moth has landed on the outside of the window. She’s peeping me in the apt trying to see what’s up in the life of Dana for today.
Breathe deep and have a fabulous day.