Shake Wiggle Dance Wobble

It's 5:22am. I am wide awake.

Almost.

Waiting for sunrise.

The daily miracle.

Any day the sun comes up, it's going to be a marvelous day!

So I wait.
I watch in anticipation.
I smile.

The sun is supposed to arrive at 7:15am. I am sleepy, but if I lay back down, I might miss the start of this wonderful phenomenon. I hum to myself the tune to Morning Has Broken as performed by Cat Stevens. 

Every day look for something beautiful and photograph it. I have a friend who is very well organized, on top of the latest and greatest in technology gadgetry. She has a fancy phone and some sort of ap that saves a "Pic of the Day" every day on a calendar. So she takes one pic each day to save there.

What a cool way to write a nonverbal pictorial diary.

One distinct advantage to not owning a car, to using feet and bicycle to traverse the area I am camping in, is that I see beauty all around me. It's not just a fleeting moment in a speeding car to be rapidly replaced with the next scant view of paradise.

Harley is spoiled to have a campsite the past 2 months with grass he can play on. Here he is relaxing in the sunshine perfecting his baby crawl. Small wonder his sweaters and vest take such a beating on a cool but sunny day. I wash his stuff, but he is such a busy boy, he just gets it all dirty again. Luckily he has this chronic shake-wiggle-dance he does.

He shakes himself so hard many times a day, that one expects an ear or a tail to go flying off at any moment. I suppose he shakes most of the dirt off. I sometimes have to pull weeds and pine needles out of his fur for him. Often his fur resembles super long velcro with stray bits attached.

Harley lives his life full speed ahead.

Like I used to. Like I want to again.

Now I'm wobbling at about half speed, treasuring every moment as a miracle.

Life is goof.

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