I turned my back on the buckets of paint, unfolded laundry, packing lists, Halloween bins poised to go up into the attic, suitcases ready to come down from the attic, full day planner, piles of co-pay receipts waiting to be filed, a cell phone vibrating with new emails, things to do things to do.
I squeezed and twisted the child lock, pulling the door open.
I needed air.
The alarm’s chime beeped in my ear, encouraging my escape.
The white railing greeted me with its cool unwavering steadiness, guiding me out.
I stepped onto my damp black driveway while drinking up the colors above that smiled at me.
The street was sleepy with a thin fog being slashed by determined sunshine.
And I just stopped.
I closed my eyes.
I let the rustling of rust-colored leaves, squirrels busy freeing nuts, and birds calling out their plans fill my ears.
Wisps of gold caressed my forehead, pulling me back into myself, reminding my skin to feel.
Feel the breeze.
Feel the sun.
Feel my husband holding me close, despite his travels.
Feel my kids blossoming, matching wide eyes that see me in everything they touch.
Feel myself as a piece of it all.
Of the asphalt under my feet that leads the to soil before me that feeds the grass that reaches up for the sun whose warmth is carried through the air I breathe in.
Feel my place here, stopped, finally, for a moment.
Feel fulfillment expand my chest.
Feel peace gently hug me to release my breathe into the breeze so it can dance among the slowly falling leaves that remind me to find the beauty in Life’s changes.
To appreciate the small moments.
To know that storms will come, but making it through them is always, always worth it.
I open my eyes.
And whisper to no one, to everyone:
This post was in response to The Lightning and the Lightning-Bug Flicker of Inspiration Prompt: Time of the Season
The odd little piece of time between Halloween and Thanksgiving doesn’t get a lot of attention, you know? In movies, it doesn’t even exist. … Your prompt this week: 700 words or less, give us something seasonally appropriate; that is, after Halloween but before Thanksgiving.
I had originally started a post about being in the attic. Bringing up the Halloween decorations in preparations for the very travel-heavy month of November. I have so much up in the air this time of the year, my To Do Lists are endless.
But over the past few days, and particularly this morning, I have heard some sad, bad news about a couple different people in my life. Makes my frustrations about my troubles seem foolish. Makes me need to get away from myself so I can come back to myself.
And I so I wrote about my morning. It just felt more…more. You know what I mean?