DK Photo @ 7:27 am this morning. Sunrise on Christmas Day. 13° F, feels like -2° F. 7:20 to 7:30 am. December 25, 2022. Cove Island Park, Stamford, CT. More photos from this morning’s walk here: 1) Frozen Seagrass Photos, 2) Twilight photos, 3) Sunrise photos.
The silence of this morning.
The ethereal mist that swaddles this day.
The heartbeats that sleep peacefully under this roof.
The stirring of blessings bestowed by Family.
The blood silently pumps from the heart to the lungs.
I breathe Gratitude.
~ DK
Notes:
5:30am. Christmas Day. 2014.
A Charcoal black morning with low hanging fog. 52° F and drizzling. Christmas Day or Halloween?
A graceful leaning pushes me out the door early. I haven’t run outside in over a month. Divinity? Metaphysics? Hang-belly?
Traffic in the distance is muffled by a rain-soaked I-95. Where is everyone going?
You are strangely at Peace running in the Dark. With the Rocks. With the Potholes. Don’t you see it forces you to slow down? To pay attention with each step? In Daylight, You Rush. You don’t See. You don’t Feel.
A quasi-country tune by Five Way Friday pops up. Who is Five Way Friday? How did they get on my playlist? Coincidence? Divinity? Metaphysics? Synchronicity?
A chill in the air…Outrunning the weather one more day…I cherish the feeling of my downtime…A moment to laugh my tears away…I like the rain but only sometimes…Living my life just a little too crazy…Could be wrong, but I don’t know…Taking the wonder out of maybe…Smelling the flowers as I go…
We all come into existence as a single cell, smaller than a speck of dust. Much smaller. Divide. Multiply. Add and subtract. Matter changes hands, atoms flow in and out, molecules pivot, proteins stitch together, mitochondria send out their oxidative dictates; we begin as a microscopic electrical swarm. The lungs the brain the heart. Forty weeks later, six trillion cells get crushed in the vise of our mother’s birth canal and we howl. Then the world starts in on us.
― Anthony Doerr, All the Light We Cannot See
Credits: Photograph:on montague via Katy Elliot. Quote Source: Precious Things
Guess What Day It Is?
She had an oversized winter coat. No gloves. No hat.
She was a hundred yards from the train station.
And walking the other way.
No one was waiting.
It was Christmas Day.
27° F.
4:30 pm.
Kids are lounging.
Jake & Josh running in one room.
The other is curled up with Zeke and a comforter. Both sound asleep.
Dinner was in the oven. ETA of 6:30 pm.
I glance out the window.
Daylight is fading quickly.
There’s time.
I could see her outline in the shadows of the street lights.
Hunched over.
Alone.
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