Musing at the Edge

Another Cold Wet Day

A cold wet morning. Cars rush by as people hurry off to their day.

Curious how we refer to what we rush off to as the start of “our” day. Does

it mean that “my” day begins when I venture out? Perhaps, but maybe it

means “my” day begins when I leave my private and personal

responsibilities behind and venture off to new ones. Ones that aren’t

really mine, that actually belong to something or someone else, a job a

boss, etc. Or maybe I am off on an adventure, leaving behind the

mundane for something new and wondrous. Something not experienced

before, something novel and that may fill me with awe. Now that would

be an adventure. Seeing and experiencing something with new eyes,

hearing sounds with new ears, tasting and touching with new senses

and oh, the smells, the aromas, the fragrances of the unexplored.

Imagine what it would be like to enter each day allowing

myself to experience the mundane in this way. Imagine this cold wet

morning anew.