Zoom Out: It’s finally warm enough to sit on the porch in the shade without a chill snaking its way down my spine.
Zoom In: It’s been at least half-a-dozen years since I was able to sit on the porch swing to enjoy a morning like this. The new canvas of the swing seat cradles me as I rock gently back and forth and try to remember what it was like to rock her in this seat when she was little. It’s been so long.
Out: Rustling leaves pull my attention to the landscape beyond my own yard, just this side of the road. The aspens quake beyond the reach of my unaccompanied eyes, their pixelated shimmer dances in the distance.
In: Micah draws my attention to the bird feeder in the tree just a few steps away, a few black-and-white flashes the only clue that something stirs there. He assures me that it is a bird, and as it takes off into the trees, I catch a glimpse of something red.
Out: The magpies hold their morning meeting on the hillside opposite mine. They squawk like a bunch of siblings trying to settle a squabble before Mom settles it for them.
In: A dark shape rises against the blue backdrop. A hawk rises on the warm breeze before dropping one wing to turn toward me. Rises again, turns, rises, turns, and disappears over the eave of the house.
Out: I love summers. This one more than most. We might as well be on vacation every day for the way our mornings start.
In: I love starting my morning seated on this swing.
In and out.