Soon thereafter, the first rays of the day began peeking through the blinds, beckoning me to come out and play, er … walk. I grabbed my gear and rolled out the door just as soon as I could.
In the wee hours of the morn some fog had rolled in, so when I passed Ford Park I couldn’t help but notice the mystical-looking haze hovering above the baseball field. The saplings even looked a little eerie … dark forms in the grassy expanse. Occasionally, a very brilliant drop of sun pierced the fog, scattering some of those sunbeams, including bouncing them off my glasses.
I slipped my hand into the camera pouch thinking what a wonderful photo I’d get to accompany today’s blog post, but through the lens, that sun made the scene blurry and undistinguishable.
Sadly that mist opportunity became a missed opportunity.
I put the camera away and just kept walking, but my head kept swiveling over to the field of fog.
I began thinking about the song “Morning has Broken” as I walked along. Back in the day I loved Cat Stevens’ music and must’ve memorized the whole album “Teaser and the Firecat” because I played it incessantly. Suddenly I pictured that high school girl sitting cross-legged on the bedroom floor, almost in a trance while listening to Cat Stevens’ soothing and smooth voice, perhaps even mouthing the words to those moving lyrics. Yes, I was that girl.
I bypassed Council Point Park due to the fog and decided to make the Rivers Edge Marina my destination instead. As I walked down Emmons Boulevard toward the Detroit River, I noticed the boats were barely discernible as they glided along the water on this misty morn. At the marina, however, there was some activity as people readied their pleasure boats to slip out of the slip for an early a.m. escape … a breather from the drudgeries of their day.
I stood on the footbridge and took it all in, then decided to hightail it back before the 8:20-ish train rolled through. Whenever I dare to cross the tracks and head toward the River on a work day, I always get waylaid by a train that seems to be at least a mile long … that’s Murphy’s Law I guess.
Once back home, a second cup of coffee downed, cleaned up and sitting at my computer, I hopped onto YouTube for my own Throwback Thursday. I typed in “Morning has Broken” … after enduring a commercial, those sweet strains took me back some forty plus years. I remembered all the words and sang them out, while my canary Buddy whistled and chirped as he struggled to keep up with me.
So, why don’t you take a trip back yourself and spend three minutes, give or take a few seconds, to put yourself in a peaceful place too? But, if you’re too young to remember the song, make sure to give it a listen anyway: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e0TInLOJuUM
Each day provides its own gifts ~ Marcus Aurelius