On my run today...
I watched a solitary crow flying westward, high in the sky. His blackness stood in stark contrast to the pale early morning sky - a watercolor painting of blues and grays. Whenever I see just one crow, I wonder where his other two buddies are. I heard him call out, then a loud response from a stand of trees in the distance. He must have missed the morning alarm call or maybe he stayed behind to enjoy a leisurely breakfast.
I passed several Christmas trees already discarded on the curb, not even a week past their big moment and they have been cast out, made to wait alone, undressed, for the crushing jaws of the garbage truck. One particularly fresh one was still faithfully filling the air with that beloved scent of the season, the one that humans try to duplicate in chemical form, but never quite achieve.
I heard bright red cardinals welcoming the day. Yesterday on our walk, the little babe and I saw three pairs in one evergreen.
I tried to avoid the hundreds of earthworms that were scattered on the road in various stages of living, dying and decomposing. Instead of frost and snow this December, we have rain and mud.
I smiled at the memory of the little babe excitedly announcing that she "sees something pink, just coming up over the horizon!" And when I told her that I was going for a run to chase it, she informed her silly Momma that I would not be able to catch the Sun. That's okay my dear, I have all the light I need right here.