The sky was remarkable today. I knew before sunrise that it would be. A few feathery clouds to the south were drifting casually as if they had no where in particular to go on this Sunday morning.
A jet smaller than a mosquito raced off toward the west leaving a thread of vapor across the sky.
Flipping out my mat and punching the play button on my player, I started breathing slowly. Intentionally.
As I flexed and stretched, the morning came alive around me.
After finishing, I punched the brew button on the coffeemaker, and sat on the couch reading. I heard Jilda stir. The aroma of the coffee had brought her to life.
This afternoon I had a meeting with our songwriter group to discuss out gig next Sunday.
Heading for home I saw an oval in the sky. The sun played on the moisture in a cloud making an egg-shaped rainbow.
Pulling to the side of the road, I snapped a photo out the window of my truck. The picture doesn't do the scene justice, but it will remind me that I saw something remarkable.