The snow turned to rain.
We've had ten inches of snow. It dresses the trees in a thick layer of white. Their branches are drooping with many of them almost touching the ground. The electricity wavered last night and flickered during breakfast. Snow like this, entices us to harness our snowshoes and trek to the Aspen grove about a mile east of our back door.
Zivon was excited for his first snowshoeing of the season. While we're getting into our snowshoes, he wandered down the plowed driveway looking out over the berm. When we were ready, I called, "Hey, Zivon let's go!" He came at full speed, and where we left the plowed area and snowshoed into untracked snow, Zivon launched himself in his best Superman imitation. Little did he know that the snow was wet, heavy, and sticky. It was like he hit a brick wall. He tumbled, mixing with the wet snow then he popped up, surprised, looked to see if anyone was watching. Then as if nothing had happened, took off towards the Aspens.
For thirty days, I've found something I was interested in writing about. But today, I've given distractions priority over writing.
Each moment in the day has a different character. Noticing the character of the present moment is being aware. Not noticing the character of the present moment is to be lost in thought, to be thinking without knowing you're thinking, to give distractions priority, and being at the mercy of the next thought. Noticing has the character of past tense. You can only notice from the place where you're aware of the noticing. You notice you were lost in thought, were thinking on autopilot, were listening to your mind's audio track. Noticing is what brings you awareness.