With the sun setting so much earlier these days, courtesy of daylight savings time that finally gave us back the hour it took away in the spring, I feel a lot more pressure to get out there and try to catch the mountain while it is illuminated in a myriad ways. That is not always possible, so once again, I have to make do with the only shot I captured while the sun was shining. And even this single shot of the day is distanced further in vision by appearing only as a reflection within the small frame of the rearview mirror.
What wisdom can be gleaned from a day like this one, spent in chasing chores, working out at an even (almost dull) pace, eating mostly leftovers, sorting through old photos, shuffling papers, carrying out routine bookkeeping tasks, tending to laundry, making lists with almost the same items for tomorrow’s to-do list, and so it goes? Then again, what need is there for that elusive form wisdom, when gratitude, felt deep into the marrow of bones, for the grand parade of the mundane is more than enough?
How wonderful it is to be able to attend (by choice) to the mundane, the near-boring, the habitual, the by-the-rote, the usual, the same old stuff in this world in which so much seems in peril, especially when we glance at through a rearview mirror and then mistake that reflection for a crystal ball….