Leap Day: my “tiny, perfect things"
CeCe’s Musings
Day 14
What will I do with an extra day, this unordered gift, as Crews refers to it, dropped at my door? Will I blindly walk through ordinary errands? Or…what if I sit with its specialness, a day added to the calendar every four years to keep the calendar aligned with our Earth’s revolutions around the Sun? What if I notice every tiny, perfect thing?
My leap day’s “tiny, perfect things.”
An intense conversation between two baristas at the coffee shop.
Long morning shadows on the streets.
An indignant 8-year old’s face when I told her I’ve never seen Bluey.
Wisps of clouds against a pale blue background.
A text from a friend. And another. And another.
An airplane crossing the sky as it begins its descent.
Seeing a friend in the Schnuck’s parking lot.
The unique aroma of gasoline at the pump.
Scoring an $18 pair of jeans at Loft.
Strong waft of competing scents at the Macy’s perfume counters.
Car dancing. Always car dancing. Oh, and car singing. Always car singing.
Linda Ronstadt’s version of “Desperado.”
The nutty taste of Starbuck’s banana bread, complemented by a honey soy flat white.
Our cat’s afternoon crazies.
A thank you text from oldest son.
Cackling of starlings invading the neighborhood bushes.
Sparkle of the late afternoon sun on the big lake.
Rock singing in the kitchen as he cleans up dinner dishes.
Just soaking in this unordered gift of a day.
