Monday, March 25, 2019

This time at the grocery store I look for milk in waxed cardboard containers rather than the familiar plastic jugs.  I also look for laundry soap in paper containers. Slowing I see my part in the plastic trash piling up on our beaches.

There are at least two flocks of birds living in my neighborhood, small birds and bigger birds.  The travel through the neighborhood trees and bushes.  Who knew that our plants were so buggy.  I look as I am passing by a window promising that I will return and really look. But I am busy. Tomorrow I will stop and really watch.

I am cooking oatmeal and brewing coffee before dawn, Monday is always an early morning for me.  I see the clock on the stove and realize I am late. Why hasn’t the sun come up?

I breathe, the clock is wrong, not me.  Still reading THE SUN IS A COMPASS.