Sunday in August


 

What I like about early mornings like this are the quiet on the porch, the silent hummingbird at the feeder, the cracking of the tires as a cyclist cruises past--calm sounds of nature, of the gentle life in Minnesota. The sun and cloudless sky and rather "crisp" air beckon me to enjoy a summer day, though the fact it's fleeting makes it all the more precious.

I'm at a stage of transition. The summer (filled with plans and goals) is ending and the rigor of school looms before me. I've noticed I'm edgier, and I awaken with an "electric" sensation most mornings--anxiety, I assume. But I have THIS day, and a trip to NYC with my gal pals and a few more things to accomplish before my other life as a teacher begins. I want to feel ready, and days like this fill me with the energy that sustains me as my life becomes regulated by bells, not by the rise and set of the sun.