Another day.

Do you find there are periods in the year when the days just blend into each other? Day follows day follows day, and though there are holidays and celebrations to mark each month, the weeks flow together with little distinction.

Maybe it's just me. Maybe I don't look up and see the changes, or pay attention to the distractions. I mean, I like holidays, and celebrations. I love presents! Yet even with those, these days from New Years to April 23rd are a gentle, barely interrupted flow of time. The only thing that truly interrupts the current of the days is snow, and lord knows, we haven't had much of that lately!

It's not that I'm complaining about the seamless days. There is a pleasantness to them, a rhythm to the days and weeks that soothes and smooths my life. I'm glad for them. And though I'm almost always glad when the flow is interrupted, it is still simply fascinating to find myself looking up and discovering it is not late January, but mid-March.

Mindfulness tells me to immerse myself in the moment, to allow myself to become engrossed in this day, this minute. Yeah, that gets fatiguing. Besides, this very moment, I'm immersed in the experience of enlightenment that days and weeks have passed as smoothly as a stream over a millennia boulder. So, ponder that, mindfulness!

Cherry trees in bloom. Red buds (really, they're magenta buds) blossoming. Cool air that's accented with warm sunshine. Long light in the afternoons. Giant moon. It's just another day.

Another day when it's good to be alive.

Magenta on blue. Lovely contrast.