Coming to My Senses
When it’s time for the Schnoodles
to go to the groomers for the day,
we leave before the sun comes up - and it’s breathtaking because
in the early morning I see
the predawn Christmas lights still shining a fantasy of dazzling brilliance
festive wreaths hung from red velvet ribbons on rural hometown bank windows
jetliners drawing Etch-a-Sketch pictures on a daybreak sky
steam vapors swirling up off the ponds, summer fishing days a half-Earth rotation away
a heavenly greeting hawk on a wire in the median - from Mom, checking to be sure my doors are locked, I’m not speeding, and I’m wearing my seatbelt
a flurry of other more excited dogs arriving for grooming and daycare
in the early morning I smell
a cup of fresh-brewed coffee, flavoring the car with high-octane energy for the day ahead
diesel fumes from school buses,
like the red double decker buses of London - bringing flashback memories
still-lingering mineral soap scent inspired by the coast of Ireland, according to the box
in the early morning I hear
the silence of my car prayer chamber and God’s voice reminding me that there is both work to be done and life to be lived
in the early morning I feel
the comforting heat flooding my feet and hands as I drive
a frequent paw nudging my hand to turn the Rav around: “no grooming needed today, Mom….we’re good”
and in the early morning I taste
the frozen air, awakening my lungs with the chill of newness as I walk the boys before taking them in for their early-morning groomings because yes, grooming is happening today!
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