I often find posts by other bloggers
that strike a chord in me for one reason
or another and I’ll be occasionally sharing
them here on Buried Under Books.
Today’s share is from Storyshucker:
Wait…
I’m watching from my window today.
For a few minutes more, at least. Saturday errands call, but right now the view into the garden has my willpower paralyzed. Soothed by the peaceful nothingness happening out there, I stare blissfully through the glass a little longer.
Oh well. I need to start those errands. Yawn, stretch, and one last glance outside before I begin. I stand up.
Wait… I sit back down.
There’s a bird. A little yellow bird. He flits and darts to the top of a frost-covered evergreen. Stops, hops, poses, and drops to another branch to repeat his mesmerizing moves. He struts and prances along several branches then flies away in a blur. Gone. How lucky I was to have shared that moment!
It doesn’t matter.
I have to get the car inspected. It’s too important not to. I stand up.
Wait… I sit back down.
Those leaves. Those five little leaves left clinging to a twig on the winter-bare crepe myrtle. They were yellow a second ago. Wow look! In one fluid move they drift from yellow to gold to fiery orange as a shifting morning sun illuminates them from behind. Amazing to have seen that magic display!
It doesn’t matter.
I have to get to the post office. It’s too important not to. I stand up.
These errands and many others! Now I have to hurry! So much to do today! Urgent rushing and running!
Wait…
Just wait. Maybe I’ll get the car inspected tomorrow. And the bank is open next week. What’s one more day for a few insipid tasks?
How often does a yellow bird dance in the trees for me while the sun turns tiny leaves into fire? Moments like these happen every day, but I won’t see if I don’t watch.
I really should watch. It’s too important not to. I sit back down.
Saturday errands call but I know what they can do.
Wait…
I’m watching from my window today.
Stuart M. Perkins
By Storyshucker on February 10, 2019
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