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Living in the Moment (when you remember to do so)

As much as I hate wasting a Friday night on sleeping, I unintentionally slept through it. The night before had me up until 4:30 in the morning, and it ruined my rest. This may have turned out to my benefit though. After my morning breakfast of scrambled eggs and Coke (forgot I had coffee at the time), I was fiddling around in my “home office.” It’s not really an office by my standards. It has a filing cabinet, a laptop, and a desk. I’m sure some would be content with that, but I believe there’s a certain je ne cais quoi that bestows a spare bedroom with the true feel of an office.

Regardless, it was just before daybreak and I came to the realization I never watched the sun rise in my house. Granted it has only been eight months since I purchased it, and six of those months were spent remodeling but it never occurred to me to stop what I was doing and watch the sun rise. My office window is, more or less, facing east and it doesn’t require me to move much further than a foot to my right to peer out. Fortunately, I’m tall enough to watch out the window while seated.

Today seemed like the perfect opportunity to remedy my “problem.” I brewed a cup of joe, and returned just in time for the main event. While I tried not staring directly at it like an idiot, the sun appeared as a squashed tangerine, oozing out through the branches of my neighbor’s maple across the way. That was a neat optical illusion, when it didn’t feel uncomfortable. The rest of the sky was lit up with an array of blues, pinks, and yellows. It was well worth the moment to see it.

It’s early Saturday morning, and no one’s stirring in the neighborhood yet. The only activity I see is from the birds. There are a lot of common grackles around here, and one is precariously perched at the top of my pine tree. The branch is pointed skyward, and the bird is bobbing up and down frequently. I’d laugh if the branch broke. Others birds, like mourning doves and seagulls are busy going about their business. The grackles are the ones screwing around.

For it being late March, there is still frost on everything. Car windows, grass, and even roofs are glistening and twinkling like little glass figurines on display. Also I’ve noticed frost to make everything feel frozen in time. Maybe that’s due to the concept of temperature and freezing? Maybe I’m just being a sappy idiot? The latter. I’m thinking it’s the latter.

The last thing I noticed is how the houses are aligned. Even though there are buds on the trees, the view is fairly unobstructed. Eastward from my house is a “T” intersection, and I can follow the path of the street merely by viewing the tops of the houses. It speaks of development planning. It’s almost as if the road decided where the houses should be built. I’d think it more refreshing if it were the other way around. However, that’s less controllable. We need MORE control, don’t we? Always do. We need to control every single detail of our life and everyone else’s too. That’s what governance is for! We need to control people to the point of suffocation. Would our lives be any worse, if we just stopped trying to micromanage everyone and everything? I genuinely doubt it.

Now the sun is up past the trees and as bright as it likes to be. That’s quite enough, friend. I’ve enjoyed your company long enough. You just wait until I have enough money to buy proper curtains!

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