Morning…I awake to the rich fragrance of orange blossoms that wafts into my new bedroom on a gentle breeze.
Not fully awake, I stumble outside and down to the river. A scrub jay squawks at me from the sycamore tree that stretches its branches out over the river. A phainopepla (a crested black bird with white stripes on the end of the wings that are only seen when in flight) soars to the trees in the opposite bank.
Something splashes in the water. Was it a fish? I’m not certain. I could stay here all day listening, watching, feeling…. But a long list of things still needing to be done calls to me and I rise to perform the mundane, yet necessary tasks of the day.