The dismal monotony of repetitiveness, comforting in it’s own way. I am saddened by the fact I am such a creature of habit. The same thing every day, over and over again… as if I’m stuck in a never ending cycle of retakes in a low budget movie. Yet without that pedestrian start to the day, I fear I would be lost to the realities of life. We all have to start the day in our own way, and I have found my comfort in routine. Luckily, that boring start to each day is at time rewarded with amazing sights.
This morning I was greeted by a spectacular scene as I left the comfort of my house of useful routines. I stepped outside, and found myself in a mist filled, morning wonderland. The dew hung heavy on each blade of startlingly green grass. A nebulous mist hung low over the ground, glinting under the clearness of a blue grey morning sky. Hanging from a budding tree to the fence row, a spider web sporting glistening droplets of morning dew. The graceful lines sparkling in exquisite solemnity, projecting the light of breaking dawn though a million prisms with ceremonious finesse.
Visions like this make the monotony of the days so worth the effort.