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My habit has been for a few years now, to walk down the street for morning coffee when the cafe opens. Monday to Friday this is at 5:30 a.m.
In the past few weeks I've been going down the street just after 6 a.m., because my domestic schedual has altered slightly. I'm hopeful I can return to the earlier rising as I find a great amount of peace at that time of day and I am of better spirits if I get up at 5.
Having said that ~ Yesterday I was walking home with two coffees in hand when I encountered a gentleman coming the other way, who stopped to chat for a moment.
When I am out earlier I rarely see another soul let alone speak with anyone outside the java joint. A half hour makes a big difference and people are now on the move as the neighbourhood wakes up to start the day.
He looked at my boots and smiled saying, "SO I finally meet the owner of THE boots".
I knew IMMEDIATELY what he was refering to.
When there is a layer of new snow/frost/mud/etc on the ground, mine are usually the first set of human foot prints along this stretch of sidewalk in the morning. Every day I'd break a new trail, and then follow it home again.
He told me that he'd noticed I'd not been going as early and had wondered if my I'd changed jobs.
*0__0!
We chatted a moment and then he was on his way to catch a bus. For my part I was left contemplating how the evidence of my morning walk for coffee had become part of a total strangers' daily rhythm, and acknowledged how the actions of others effect me. The two Taxi drivers waiting in the parking lot at 5:30, windows down gossiping before the morning calls start, the bathroom light in a particular house flicking on when I walk by, the kitchen light on in its' neighbour...in how we take comfort in the small routines of others and the sense of stability it lends us.
People really are much more interconnected than they realize.
In the past few weeks I've been going down the street just after 6 a.m., because my domestic schedual has altered slightly. I'm hopeful I can return to the earlier rising as I find a great amount of peace at that time of day and I am of better spirits if I get up at 5.
Having said that ~ Yesterday I was walking home with two coffees in hand when I encountered a gentleman coming the other way, who stopped to chat for a moment.
When I am out earlier I rarely see another soul let alone speak with anyone outside the java joint. A half hour makes a big difference and people are now on the move as the neighbourhood wakes up to start the day.
He looked at my boots and smiled saying, "SO I finally meet the owner of THE boots".
I knew IMMEDIATELY what he was refering to.
When there is a layer of new snow/frost/mud/etc on the ground, mine are usually the first set of human foot prints along this stretch of sidewalk in the morning. Every day I'd break a new trail, and then follow it home again.
He told me that he'd noticed I'd not been going as early and had wondered if my I'd changed jobs.
*0__0!
We chatted a moment and then he was on his way to catch a bus. For my part I was left contemplating how the evidence of my morning walk for coffee had become part of a total strangers' daily rhythm, and acknowledged how the actions of others effect me. The two Taxi drivers waiting in the parking lot at 5:30, windows down gossiping before the morning calls start, the bathroom light in a particular house flicking on when I walk by, the kitchen light on in its' neighbour...in how we take comfort in the small routines of others and the sense of stability it lends us.
People really are much more interconnected than they realize.
contemplative