Walk under the moon

I woke up about 2 AM this morning, rolled over and looked out my window and saw that the moon was very bright; a tempting site for me since I love the moon and the night.  So I tried half heartedly to go back to sleep, gave it 15 minutes, and got up, anticipating a nice long morning walk.

Went downstairs to the breakfast room and found that someone else beat me there and made a nice pot of coffee for me.  So I got my coffee, went over to the sugar bowl, got a spoonful and then put in some coffee mate.  Now since I am a mature adult I did not put in the coffee mate and then pretend it was Atlantis slowly sinking into the ocean, sinking into the black liquid never to be seen again.  No not for me, to mature, so after I stirred around the remains of Atlantis, I mean the coffee mate, I sat down to enjoy the brew.  Love the first taste, the best; goes a little down hill after that.  For some reason in the last year, I have not been drinking my coffee black like I have done most of my life.  Now that I am not doing it I am sorry that it took me so long to learn about the joys of sugar and coffeemate with my jolt in the morning. 

So after I had my fill of caffeine, sugar and artificial creamer, I decided to go out for a nice walk.  The first thing that greeted me was the nice feel of a 59 degree morning, a good temperature for me since I start to get warm when it hits the 70’s.  I took in a deep appreciative breathe and started on my way.  The moon was very bright, not quite bright enough to read in, but very beautiful all the same.  The moon seemed to be a ¾ moon so hopefully in the next couple of nights it will get even brighter. 

We have coyotes now on our property. I first stated noticing them I think in the mid or late 80’s with their mournful calling out to the night.  Now there seems to be a lot of them, at least it seemed so by the amount of noise they were generating.  Now by noise I don’t mean I don’t like it, in fact I do; an acquired taste for sure, but well worth the effort.   As I continued my walk I noticed that there were no deer this morning, which is unusual since there are a great many of them near here.  I thought perhaps the coyotes are closer than I thought, and perhaps chased them away further into the woods, though I am not sure, they may only be a danger to fawn’s and not to the adults.  Since I don’t think they would harm me I continued on my way.  I love it at this time, no cars on the highway, just the sound of the gentle wind and some few insects starting to come out now that it is warmer.  The geese would call out once in awhile and one plane flew overhead but that is all.  The clouds were starting to move in, so I guess it might be overcast, another thing I love, love low flying dark clouds, they seem to soothe my soul just looking at them.  I don’t hate the sun, in fact like it in moderate doses, but overcast days and rainy weather is something that I seem never to tire of. 

The trees are of course starting to fill in with their new growth, but enough are still bare for me to enjoy the beauty of the bare branches against the night sky.  I love lines, like to pick one branch out and flow it to its end, then jump onto another one etc.  A silly pastime I know, but like I said bare branches are very beautiful to look at.

In the early mornings God seems thicker than the air; perhaps it is the deep silence apart from the usual night noises that only lend to the beauty of the silence.  This morning I had some trouble keeping my mind quiet, some things I am working out, but wanted to put them to rest for a time, so I brought out my prayer rope and started to gently say the very short prayer for each bead, and soon my mind was focused on where I wanted it to be. 

Morning with its promise of a fresh start, with its feeling of youth, energy and new life, so different from the evening, but not better, each has its place.