I spend my days, lately, moving from one sunny spot to another. Standing with my arms draped over a fence, enjoying the warmth on my face. Then the brightness shifts, a shadow tumbles over me.
So I seek out a stretch of brick wall that still seems habitable. And I soak in heat from the concrete. Again, darkness displaces light.
Maybe that bench, I think, glancing up at the clouds to judge how long I might have.
Tentatively, I creep forward and sit. After a while, I relax, confident this site will be illuminated for a few more minutes yet.
I try not to look toward the sky, or at the play of sunlight across the asphalt in front of me.
It is my nature, though, to fidget, at least a little, to speculate, to check the treetops and the look down the road. Accept? Enjoy? I can for a little while. But not for long. Not forever.
Contentment is not an easy practice.
Posted by: kcinnova | April 01, 2009 at 05:44 AM
Nothing lasts forever.
Posted by: Kristy | April 01, 2009 at 06:02 AM
If I stopped and enjoyed the little moments in life more, as you do, perhaps my days would be a little brighter.
Posted by: The Dreamer | April 01, 2009 at 12:32 PM
I'm a fidgeter, too.
Posted by: slouching mom | April 01, 2009 at 05:43 PM