What a day

What a day. I kept it sloooww and easy, allowed myself to do the meditative mosey before I even had too, before it was survival. Moved from one place to the next, taking in the sights, feeling the green reflections of the tree tops.

Strolled to the wood pile today (about 300 yds), actually wanted to, the whole way. Even carried a small armload back, just a few pieces, easily brushed away the tiniest thought of carrying more. And I never once got near that line, the edge of function, painsville. Never once regretted the idea, never once considered the ramifications of calling for help, enjoyed every step, snail's pace, happy place.

Later as the temperature dropped, I walked again along side my daughter, baring witness to her inner sense of determination, ambition. Purple fleece pants, bare chested, dusty feet, 'Arr!' she yelled, dancing in the frozen breeze, toes tipping, arms jigging, eyes bright with rapture, 'it's warm, it's warm, really!' I smiled from my belly at the blur, swirling, swirling.

Inside, dinner was rescheduled to accommodate a snack party behind the couch. Long stories of social injustice and movie rating corruption from the mouth of babes tire my ears, but my eyes go on unblinking: she is so beautiful, center stage, full of light. I want to jump up, find a pen, capture all these moments, but not miss the next. This blip of concern doesn't move a muscle.

The evening has now rolled in without incident. I'm pleasantly tired, ready to sleep. What a day. I am not bothered in the least by it's departure, simply surrendering to it's return.