Quiet Saturday

Early morning, I am awakened by the songs of a
cardinal. So lovely that I am not even perturbed
by the early hour my clock displays. I listen
contentedly in the pre-dawn light. After the
serenade I amble to the kitchen, ham and eggs are
sizzling on the stove. Still relaxed, I hesitate to
join the hurrying crowds of Saturday chores. When
I do venture out expectations are met with lines of
traffic; each positioning themselves for first place.
Amused, I let them go, hurrying along to the beat of
some silent drum. I complete my task and return to the
serenity of the garden. Enjoying the sun, while I am
wearing a big hat!
City life can be a struggle and I often find ways to avoid
needless crowds that waste my time. I juggle schedules
to allow me a feeling of space. I march to my own music
and pace.

written by Pauline
copyright 2006