The Water and the Birds
Written by creak on September 29, 2008
Today was different.
I woke up refreshed — warm and relaxed in my knees. I pulled back the curtains and stared at a beautiful orange/pink sky taking shape over the Hudson River. Small movements could be discerned across the water as people began their morning commutes.
And I just stared.
Oftentimes this moment would be silly to imagine — I get too bored too quickly to just stand around doing nothing. Particularly in the morning when I’m most concerned with getting a much needed walk.
I breathed in, breathed out — letting the usual nervousness and worry of the day fade away … letting a new calmness in. My knees were still there, but the pain and anxiety were not.
Birds — a whole cacophony of birds swooped in from the north, playing, diving, chirping … collectively gliding in semi-circular motions over the water. A light, cool breeze rustled the curtains and refreshed the fur behind my ears (a too-often neglected spot by my human pets, mind you).
Perhaps I’ll go for a walk soon, I thought. Perhaps I’ll just stand here.
For a moment there was no pain. And I was going to enjoy basking in the sunlight of a new day.