landscape
My morning hours were decorated with signs of all kinds.
From breakfast sandwich special offers, to signs of direction, faith, sales, political banter, and even a bumper sticker on the car in front of me announcing, “I pooped today.” America loves signs. With all of the continual flow of economic and safety headlines, the signs from the moment I captured this image were telling: Gun Show, Firewood For Sale, and Nascar.
The only sign that appeared to be missing was a welcome mat.
A Calming Storm
Yesterday, the morning was filled with plenty of rain, a coffee pot of endless cups, a collection of Bogart films, mental down time, and a nap.
A shade of blue and sunshine surprised the afternoon. It opened a window for the pups and I to take a walk to the mail box. We watched our reflections in the puddles.
Some days are more memorable than others. I’m sure this is some sort of emotional safety mechanism. If every day was better than yesterday, we’d have little need, if any, for keepsakes, journals, love songs, shoe boxes filled with snapshots, or yesterday’s mementos.
We need each and every one of those. They provide us with those personal places to store our tomorrows.