Crows are complaining loudly outside my morning window. Raucously they quarrel and argue, their discord cutting through the traffic tooing and froing sounds I can hear clearly should I stop and listen, focusing my senses plainly outside.
In my mind I am making my list of things to do today. Before I finalise that mental list and then do itI will finish the crossword that is spread before me on the coverlet like a feast, while sipping the rapidly cooled dregs of the thick black coffee, now an inky smokey swirl calling my attention.
Thinking of fresh air, as the day progresses I will open doors and windows and air the place, letting the wind blow in and through hunting down accumulated smells from life that linger in home corners from a winter week shut in.
Then I will strp on my runners, plug in my iPod and head out – there. I will wander and take in with all my senses this place and I will try to keep myself in this moment. Today. Now.