Today, I was awoken before dawn by a bird perched on the railing outside the window closest to the bed. The bird would hit the glass twice with it’s beak, chirp, and then pause a few moments before doing it again. And again. And again. I don’t know how long it went on. It was so early (daylight comes well before 6am) and I was so tired that the sound faded away as I slipped back into slumberland. It was around 7:20am when I finally got up.
After coffee and some internet, I decided I would see where the dirt road across the dry riverbed at the end of the street led. So I spent three hours today riding my mountain bike down dirt roads (turned into mudpits in places due to the rain from the previous two nights) and exploring riverbeds on foot. It was a tranquil three hours; my mind filled with only the present moment.
Leaves rustling in the breeze.
A spider weaving a web.
Flora growing wildly.
Butterflies fluttering from flower to flower.
Birds, hidden in the trees, singing into the forest.
I took a few photos. Mostly though, I just watched, listened, and breathed.