i was awakened this morning to the sound of someone singing coming through the open window. when i say singing, i mean she was belting it the fuck OUT of the park. i could hear no music and it didn't matter. in fact, it made it even more incredibly beautiful. this girl sang with fucking abandon. pure unadulterated don't-give-a-flying-shit-who-hears-me abandon. it was seriously one of the most be beautiful things i've ever heard. i bounced (BOUNCED - and i don't bounce) out of bed and ran to the window to see who it was, but no one was there. still smiling, i grabbed my soup-kitchen britches, otherwise known as my jams, and went downstairs to grab some coffee and greet the day.
i wandered out to the front of the house. i stepped out onto the porch and saw that the purple irises were in full bloom, providing a perfect backdrop for what had always been one of my favorite places to sit here. fuckin-A, this was a good morning.
as i sat in the swing with my face to the morning sun, coffee in hand, looking at the grove of what has always been my favorite flower, i began thinking about why i loved irises so much; they reminded me of growing up. my mind drifted back to the singing girl and i started to tear up thinking of how much i missed being a little kid. how much i missed being that fucking free. out of the corner of my eye, i noticed that i wasn't the only one enjoying what was starting out as a perfect day.
i wandered out to the front of the house. i stepped out onto the porch and saw that the purple irises were in full bloom, providing a perfect backdrop for what had always been one of my favorite places to sit here. fuckin-A, this was a good morning.
as i sat in the swing with my face to the morning sun, coffee in hand, looking at the grove of what has always been my favorite flower, i began thinking about why i loved irises so much; they reminded me of growing up. my mind drifted back to the singing girl and i started to tear up thinking of how much i missed being a little kid. how much i missed being that fucking free. out of the corner of my eye, i noticed that i wasn't the only one enjoying what was starting out as a perfect day.
He inched his way out from underneath the safety of the tree, searching for something delicious. I startle him as I notice him and he starts to return to the tree. He then freezes. Trying to detect danger. He stops mid-chew - dandelion blossom dangling from his mouth. Finally, realizing that there is no real need to stop his search for food, he returns to the weed patch that is the front lawn and resumes his snacking. He eventually stretches out with his belly on the cool grass, chewing his cud. wait, do bunnies make cud? He seems almost relaxed. As much a bunny can relax.
Can bunnies ever really just chill?
Can bunnies ever really just chill?
He eventually retreats to the shade and protection of the pine tree…he – to me, it just seems like he’s a he - stretches out like a dog with his legs behind him, his chin down on the bed of pine needles. His ears are up and alert, but his eyes drift towards closing. A red-winged blackbird swooping in from above startles him to an upright position, but again sensing no real danger, he starts to clean himself, pulling his ears down one at a time - a light cleansing this morning, nothing too intense. All of a sudden, he drops and rolls in the dirt. Again, like a dog he shakes himself off and resumes his stretched out position. I am officially in love with this bunny.
God, Fate, the Cosmos whatever you believe in, put me here in this spot, on this day, at this time. Me and the bunny. me, the bunny and the irises in full bloom. And the singing girl. This morning, this time, right now. This moment is so fucking good.
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