{"id":1689,"date":"2022-06-07T15:34:00","date_gmt":"2022-06-07T21:34:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/rglongpre.ca\/naturism\/?p=1689"},"modified":"2025-11-16T15:41:43","modified_gmt":"2025-11-16T21:41:43","slug":"and-so-another-day-begins","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/rglongpre.ca\/naturism\/and-so-another-day-begins\/","title":{"rendered":"And So Another Day Begins"},"content":{"rendered":"
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The wind has faded and is now a light breeze. The young leaves on the trees are rustling rather than clinging onto their branches as if in danger of being ripped off by one of the powerful gusts that have become normal. The temperature this morning stands at 8\u00b0 Celsius with tiny openings in the cloud cover to allow stray pools of sunshine to appear. It\u2019s a good day to be alive.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A passing half ton truck raises a cloud of dust. A young boy cycles down the sidewalk headed toward the school, too early for classes, yet still in a hurry. Across the street, a small torn Canada flag gently flutters against the dividing wall that separates two apartments. There is a quietness that returns with the passing of the truck. This is a typical early morning outside of my window.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Filling my coffee cup, I walk to the microwave oven to be reheated. It has been more than two hours since I brewed the coffee. I woke just before five this morning as usual. When the sky lightens, my body responds as though being called to witness the birth of a new day. Taking the hot coffee out into the yard, despite the chill that is still in the air, I settle into an old plastic lawn chair to listen to sparrows, grackles, a solitary dove, and occasional warbler. The finches have left but will return in a few weeks.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I don\u2019t rush drinking my coffee. At my age, it is enough to just be able to experience morning coffee outside without suffering any aches and pains. I\u2019m not in a hurry to lose this morning.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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