No politics, no turmoil, no disgruntled rant.
Tonight, I am grateful for fresh air.
Usually I drag the trash receptacles to the curb during the daylight hours. But today I forgot until almost 10 p.m.
I don’t like doing it in the dark because it could be cold, it could be rainy, it could be dangerous from things upon which to stumble. (I stumble easily.)
It was none of those things.
Instead, it was the most perfect night. The air was fresh and sweet and temperate. The night was clear and stars studded the sky and looked so close I could almost touch them.
I was happy to be dragging cans to the curb. I stopped, took a deep breath, gazed up at the stars, and was happy just to be alive.
For a moment, it was just a moment to be. A moment to appreciate. A moment that belonged to no political party, no special interest, no colluding, corrupting influence.
Just me, the fresh air, and the stars.
I’d like to grab a few more deep breaths of nights like this if Spring will only allow and I can make myself pay attention.