Smells

The sun didn't come up on the walk today which makes me wonder: When we go on daylight savings time (or is it when we go off of it?) will we see the sun again? Sun or no sun, the smells are delectable. There is a smorgasbord of smells. Pine/spruce in the early walk, then sage, a little bit of lavender and oregano, I think. Then there is the smell of rain forest earth like no other smell – sort of dank with the smell of the sea and earthworms mixed in. There is something about the humidity in the air which brings all of this to the fore. Sort of puts you in touch with that dust from which we came and dust to which we go. We walk the distance between in our lives and its better to walk it than to sit it. And it is not just the illusion that we are getting somewhere; it is filling our lungs with the air around us and making us part of that creation, that interminable ongoing process we love to think we are above and so beyond. Uh, uh. Part of it, humbled by it, attuned to it, mindful of it if you walk in the early morning like God in the Garden. I think it allows me to absorb and appreciate the creatures I will encounter in the day, especially the humans. Speaking of which, lots of joggers today; lots of dog walkers; and one dog jogger. Fifty percent of passersby say, "Good Morning". One quarter say, "Good Morning" first. I looked at the face of the clockwork man in the orange coat (who never says hi) as we passed this morning. It was a gentler face than I remember... or maybe it was mine.