Today’s slice is inspired by Catherine’s post at Reading to the Core.
I’m an enthusiast, and I fall in love with a lot of things every day—from my coffee mug to the way a cat yawns to the shape of winter trees to freshly brushed teeth. (Is there any better feeling than freshly brushed teeth?)
So even though it’s only 7 a.m. and all I’ve done is drive to work, there has still been time to fall in love this morning.
I spent much of my drive craning my head backwards whenever it seemed safeish just to watch the moon which was huge and low over the snow-covered hills. It was white as I left town, yellow as I reached the highway and turned south, and I kept trying to find a good comparison and the right words to describe it poetically to myself but nothing really worked without also sounding silly. I thought about stopping for a photo, but I’ve never taken a moon photo that captures the magic of the setting moon over the prairie. It was enough just to notice and admire.
I fell in love with the clouds just before sunrise and Venus bright in the East. (At least I think it was Venus. I also fell in love with Google, as I do every single day, for finding the right name for “bright star in the east this morning”.) I fell in love with a field of pronghorn, easily a hundred or more animals, all lying down on the snow with their legs curled beneath them. I fell in love with the creeks outside their banks and the flooded fields and the cows who had found high ground.
I fell in love with a parking spot right in front of the door to the coffee shop and with the loud piano music I could hear outside on the sidewalk before I opened the door and the barista who turned the music down inside before I even had to ask and the warm fire and the ginger cat curled up on his favorite chair who began to knead vigorously when I scratched his chin and of course I fell in love with my mug of coffee.
And the day has only just begun.