“What’s the best moment of your day?”
I had to think about this question for awhile. Not all days are the same, of course, and my answer on one day might be different from another. So, on the day this question was posed to me, I tried thinking on the events of that day, then the day before, and finally of a generic, “average” day. As I mulled over the question, I still couldn’t land on a single best moment. It’s a dilemma I’m happy to live with. Yet, I still wanted to attempt to answer the question. I decided to go the route of a more or less chronology-based stream of consciousness and this hodgepodge is what I came up with.
The best moment of my day is when . . .
a ray of sun shining onto my face wakes me and birdsongs welcome the day
I eat a breakfast of eggs from the happy chickens who live just down the road
the cacophonous chatter of crows during their morning “coffee klatch” interrupts the still of my morning
I sip a cup of honeyed herbal tea while I let my mind organize my day
on a summer morning, I check on the latest thing to pop up in the vegetable garden—or later in the season, when I harvest what I’ll eat that evening or preserve for a chilly winter day
a couple of hours of dedicated writing time come my way
the all-day deck antics of squirrels and chipmunks capture my attention as they battle each other’s wits over food intended for birds
in warm months, I take a twilight walk listening to the quiet, watching the synchronicity of fireflies as they light up our woods, and catching whiffs of honeysuckle, lemon balm, ferns, and freshly mowed grass
on a clear, crisp wintry evening, I gaze at the star-studded sky and maybe catch a meteor streaking across the sky
I spy mountain valleys shrouded by a sea of clouds
the nighttime calls of owls seep into my consciousness
the early springtime sounds of wood frogs and spring peepers shatter the otherwise quiet of my bedroom—all night long
that “clown of the forest,” the nuthatch, utters its almost cackling sound, strongest on an autumn day
I’m graced with the giggles and confidences of grandchildren
the season’s first wild daisy shows itself in our meadow
the warmth and comfort of a snuggle under the covers overtake me upon waking and again as I fall asleep
And for all that, the truly sweetest moments of any day come from those spontaneous embraces anywhere, anytime as my sweetheart and I sway ever so slightly—almost the way young lovers move to a slow dance at the prom—for no particular reason and for minutes on end.
What a lucky duck I am! With all these best moments, I’m reminded of the lyrics from one of my favorite hymns, “How can I keep from singing?” Indeed!
What about you? Are there favorite moments in your days?