A Good Day

When I swung out of bed this morning, it was nothing special.  The semi dark room was no different then it is any other day.  My expectations were nothing special either.  Nothing said that this day was going to be any different then yesterday.  Staying home, cleaning, reading, playing with the dogs, working on the computer.  This self imposed isolation tends to wear on you if you let it.

My first order of any day is to take the dogs for a walk.  Three walks actually as they each have their own agenda.  Sophie goes first because she was always quicker to the door then Scooter.  However, in the last week, she has come in second to the new kid, but seniority has prevailed.  She is a grazer.  Together we amble down the street while she sniffs the flora and fauna, content to enjoy the trip without much thought to the destination.  Scooter however resembles Lieutenant Columbo.  Nothing escapes his practiced eye as he stops and sniffs everything that he stopped and sniffed yesterday, and the day before, etc. We don’t go home until he is satisfied everything is as it should be.  Kramer on the other hand is in a world of discovery.  To him there is no destination.  Just a big room to run in, sticks to chew on, and acorns to toss in the air, all the while looking back to see if I am keeping up.

This morning, as we headed out, the sun was just breaking through the woods and although it was 30 degrees, without a wind, it seemed warmer.  I hadn’t gone far when I heard the noisy flight of Canadian geese overhead.  I looked up just in time to watch them, in their traditional formation, flying toward the sun.  As such, the suns rays caught beneath their wings, turning them golden, as if lifting them toward the heavens.  I wish I could have captured it on my camera.  That was the first sign that this day was going to be different. I walked on with a smile.
20200328_071943It wasn’t, however, until we were making our way back to the house that I decided that today was probably not only going to be different, but perhaps special.  As I approached my driveway, I saw something on the street that caught my attention, so I walked over to investigate.  There, written on the pavement in pink chalk was a single word.  I thought, how many messages am I going to get that today is to be embraced and enjoyed to the fullest.  No matter what my current situation, it could be worse, much worse.  It will therefore be up to me to make it better and I shall. I can’t let the fates down. Yup, I just know, it is going to be a great day.
20200328_071830

I

About oldmainer

I am a retired manager living in Southern Maine and a would be writer of poetry, narratives, short stories, and random opinions, and that's how Oldmainer was born. Recently, I decided to try an experiment. I added photography to the mix, using only a cheap cell phone with a limited camera and the editing software that came with it, and added the blog site Inklings at poormanspoet.wordpress.com to showcase the results. So, feel free to use whatever you find interesting or worthy, but please honor the terms of my copyright when and if you do. They may not be much, but they are still a piece of me. I appreciate your checking me out and hope that you find something that will encourage a return visit. Thanks for stopping by.
This entry was posted in Beauty, Birds, Flying, Gifts, Home, Life, Love, Maine, Nature, Perspective, Pets, Reflection, Walking, Winter and tagged , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

6 Responses to A Good Day

  1. Pingback: A Good Day — oldmainer | Rethinking Life

  2. Kiki says:

    Wonderfully observed, both the dogs’ needs as the writing on 5he road. And wait, you saw the great too! This will be a great joyful day.

    Like

  3. scifihammy says:

    What lovely signs of a great day, both from Nature and Man-made. 🙂

    Like

  4. George says:

    Terrific message

    Like

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s