It seems I have arrived at a point in life where I wake consistently about five minutes before my alarm goes off. Alex called two minutes later to be sure I was really going to get out of bed. I'd laid my clothes out the night before and had found my CTMC scrubs to wear underneath everything else. I started the coffee as I loaded the car. As one good cup percolated, out the door I went. Alex met me at the gate at about 5:35. The four wheeler wasn't liking the cold weather but blessed us with a ride into the back forty. The Moon's faint shadows cast - the wake of the wind, silent and distant, then racing overhead, through the tree tops and tossing the leaves. Numb fingers and toes - Rosie cheeks - hoodies pulled taut. The feeder swinging the corn at sunrise and we wait. Bird wings ripple the air overhead - brief, couple, doves, low flying by. An owl swoops in silhouetted sky. The sculpted winter clouds move quickly against the trees - creaking, cracking branches. The break of dawn's warm light high in the clouds. Squirrel eating the corn. Cold dripping sniffling nose.
No deer today. But Alex spied a fox on the road - road kill -- and in practice made perfect, skinned to tan before the lunch hour. Dang - have to drag the plants in - it's gonna freeze hard. Fox fritters withchipotle salsa - our boutique breakfast taco.
Living in or worrying about the past, or about something once done that you could have done better is a useless endeavor - for no amount of energy can change the past. The future is still to unfold and may never be, and so waiting today in anticipation of something tomorrow is just as fruitless as is your lamenting the past. Our only time to truly live is in the present - this moment - and to do all that is doable.