~~The pattern of the sunlight on the floor as it comes in through your window
~~The way the water feels like silk when you’re swimming and run you hand through it
~~The smell of snow
~~Your moon shadow
~~That repeated word you tend to use when writing that you don’t catch the first time
~~Exactly what makes up the texture of that old blacktop road
~~Cucumbers were on sale
What are some of yours?
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I sat on the front porch with the morning sun warming me as I rested a sparkling clean bowl of milk and cereal on my knee. Raising my spoon to scoop up some breakfast I smiled when I looked at the berries nestled in the curvy oat flakes until a shadow fell on them. I had the spoon halfway to my mouth and a small bee began to circle around the spoon and the cereal bowl and my face.
If the sun had not been casting shadows over everything then I might have not seen the little creature until it was too late.
Carefully I placed the bowl on the wicker table nearby and covered it with a paper napkin. Phew!
A bee. you almost didn’t notice! The arrival of a serendipitous shadow from a passing cloud unveiled a visitor, clearly one you didn’t want to add to that lovely spoonful of cereal and berries when you put it in your mouth. I really like the idea of the chance occurrences here, both of the shadow and of the bee. You highlight it all with your lovely description up to that point. So pastoral, then danger averted, by chance! Great scene.
I plodded along the path I usually take on my morning walk, the sound of my sneakers squeaking with my every step. I was unusually observant for once, my mind free from the worries that usually occupy my thoughts, when as I rounded the bend, I saw a tree had fallen over the creek. We haven’t had storms for a couple of months, so what could have taken out that tall oak. As I got closer, I noticed that a beaver had chewed its way around that tree. What amazed me was the accuracy at which it fell the tree, perfectly on the closest section of the opposite creek bank. There was only one thing that I could do, and that was use the tree as a bridge. I stepped up on the tree, and I remembered that I was 71 and that there was nothing on the other side that I really needed to go see. There was only about ten feet to the creek bottom, now dry, but it would take a rescue squad and probably a crane to get me out of the mud if I fell in. So I proceeded on with my morning walk when I saw that Old Lady Songer had planted flowers along her back fence. I first smelled the aroma of their sweet nectar, and it pulled my eyes towards the wide array of flowers that she had planted. Then another aroma struck me, my favorite smell of all time, frying bacon. I had to smile as I walked up to Leo’s Cafe, my favorite breakfast joint. I really need to be more observant on my walk, after all I would hate to not have stopped to smelled the roses.
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Walk, when I was at my doctor’s appointment the receptionist asked what retirement is like. Your charming story would be perfect to describe it.
Write on.
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I was chucking all the way through, Walk. You’ve made it so easy to come along on this excursion. My favorite part was when you remember that you’re 71 (not 12) and then you can easily visualize the consequences of falling off that tree trunk. Rescue Squad! Crane! How heavy our experience becomes at times. (Every time I walk down a stairway, I clearly visualize my ankle giving way. Falling! A cast! Crutches! All things I didn’t think of when younger.). Then you take us onward, and we get to smell the flowers, see the colors, and imagine the scent of bacon wafting toward us. And we’re old now so we have money in our pockets. Breakfast at Leo’s whenever we want! Lots to appreciate.