As you may have gathered from my prior prompts and other versions of spontaneity, lists, qualifying, ranking and the like don’t really jive with my modus operandi. Maybe once before they may have ensconced themselves into a preeminence of some fashion.

But now, I cannot say for sure. With things still in process within, perspectives shift. What I want to experience and how I want to feel it are being guided differently. I let go of the wheel. And now, I just want to go with the flow.

For example, it is about 7:13 AM here in Mequon. I am parked at the east end of the kitchen table, watching one of those misting snow falls. A Wisonsin Februrary equivalent of a drizzle. As I rolled out the garbage cans, I can attest that it definitely sounded like that. And it almost smelled like it too. That one of a kind scent which accompanies the light rain of spring. Summer. Or fall. It is only gonna last an hour or so, as the experts claim.

No matter. I am gonna soak it all in. Maybe I will be lucky enough to see Barb and little Chloe Deere meander across the back yard. Cody Golden will alert me if I get distracted here.

So if things have already begun as such, anything more is purely a blessing.

Anything less? Well, look at the start. Already ideal.

And tomorrow?

Well, if I am granted that one too, sounds pretty ideal to me.

How ’bout you?