Soar
My phone tells me it’s 28 degrees Fahrenheit
& that’s actually warm, compared to what it’s been the last few days.
But, I’m cold.
No.
I’m freezing.
You see, this is the part of Winter that I do not love.
I love the snow.
Because it’s beautiful
&
I enjoy shoveling.
So, YaY.
& I adore the blacks and whites and grays of Winter.
It makes me sooooo wish I was an artist.
I’d be known for my black and white and gray sketches.
I would.
I love when the sun peeks out and everyone is so excited because the sun finally peeked out
&
I absolutely love the patience of Winter.
Wait.
Just wait.
It will get better
& it does.
It always does.
But the coldness ?
Especially the extreme freeziness of Winter ?
Uh, no.
I’d rather not.
It’s brrrrrr.
Just BRRRRRR.
So anyways, I woke up to it’s cold in here.
So I grab a blanket, wrap it around me, my sweats and my two sweatshirts, make sure my three pairs of booties and slippers are adjusted, turn on my coffee pot and head for my laptop
& I have it in my head that I’M FREEZING because the weather guy told me it’s freezing outside.
Outside.
I walk to my back door to look outside.
That’s another thing I love about Winter, my big, bald tree.
She’s so pretty and Winter looks so very lovely on her.
So, I look outside
& there on the very tippy top top of my wonderfully tall tree, is a hawk, just sitting there, all proud and strong in the freezing cold coldness of Winter.
Now, we get hawks around here all the time but, I’ve never seen one in the early morning darkness, sitting on the tippy top top of my favorite tree.
I was mesmerized.
He sat up high for a good long while and I stood near my door in a trance.
What he was doing, I’m not sure.
Sleeping ?
Meditating ?
Thinking ‘DANG, it’s COLD out here !! ‘ ?
I sure wish I knew.
After I don’t know how long he decided he had better things to do
& off he glided with his incredibly awesome wingspan
& I thought WoW.
WOW.
Steady, strong, determined.
That’s the lesson I just learned.
That mighty creature stood steady on an old and weathered tree branch.
He held himself strong in those wintertime elements
& determined, he was.
Very. Very.
and then … quietly, suddenly …
He soared.
He soared …. ! ….
Wooooo weeeeeee.
What a wonderful predawn message
& I still get coffee and a sunrise too !!
Thanks Mr Hawk.
I get it.
I got it.
& yep, I agree.
It’s not that cold out there.
🙂
