I awakened this morning with many thoughts flooding my mind of missions to accomplish today. My first mission was to shampoo and condition my hair. Done. I can check that task off my missions list.

My next mission was to make a cup of Espresso to sip while waiting for the time to rinse the conditioner out. Some days the Espresso is delicious but some days it’s horrid. Today it was—you guessed it—horrid. The Espresso and I parted company.

I was beckoned to spend time on my patio. The bright shining sun met me as I stepped out the door and hugged me like a long-lost friend delivering me a present of Vitamin D. The pleasant breeze gently swirled joyfully around me.

Flowers gently brushed with kisses. Trees flow to the tune of an unheard melody. I can see the dance but can’t hear the song. It must not be for me.

Birds chirped and soared on the wind. Beautiful butterflies gently sip the sweet nectar of the flower garden. Dead leaves disconnected from the stately tree as they float haphazardly to their final resting place. Planes cross the skies—some starting and some ending their journey.

Empty bird feeders swayed to the rhythm of the breeze. Why are you hanging empty? Is there not a cause you hang for? You’re waiting, I know for your next assignment of course—to be filled and give out once more.

Moving onward to accomplish my next mission.