tiny notebook musings iv
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I keep waiting for something that will change my life. It’s true that it needs to be me. I should be more present & rooted in my everyday. I'm so afraid of the future that l refuse to commit to anything, even in the here & now. I know I can’t go on like this. I need to choose what I want before time chooses for me.
• • fourteen • •
Two ducks on the pond today, the gleaming, deep green of their feathers only apparent at certain angles. Serene until they decide to dunk, roll, shake.
Sat on a low chair in the grass with the clouds - huge & slow-moving - to keep the sun off; the wind flipping the pages of my book.
Nearby, the ducks come to shore, rooting in the grass and running tall stalks through their beaks, their tails shaking joyfully.
• • fifteen • •
I saw a little cat under the little tree, its ears perked & its head turned away from me. The sun was still up, but stuck behind the house, so the small patch of yard was shaded gently.
I thought it must be nice to be a little cat under a little tree, shaded from the sun & watching some bird or bug flit by me.
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A wave of wind through the trees before the rain. I watch the leaves swirl down in a veil of color.
When the rain comes, it rushes. You can hear it move closer; a growing murmuration of droplets drawing in around you.