Sit Spot Journal - Day 4

The main problem with visiting my sit spot first thing in the morning is that I don't have much time after the fact for reflection. As soon as the twenty-minute alarm went off, I had to rush out the door. I had hoped to jot a few words down about the experience when I got home yesterday evening, but I ended up spending all of my writing time updating my iPhone and trying to install the new applications that became available. (Not my idea of a good time.)

One of the minor problems with visiting my sit spot first thing in the morning is that the swing is extremely damp with dew. Of course, I wasn't going to let a little moisture slow me down, so I sat. After five minutes of showing the world (or at least the backyard) that I could endure anything it threw at me, I raced inside to retrieve a few plastic bags to shield my already wet pants from becoming wetter.

In the morning, the backyard belongs to the birds. I could hear them chirping and calling all around me. They were all hidden from view, which I suspect was my fault since every time I turned to see if I could spot one, the plastic bags beneath my legs raised a crinkly alarm. The loudest one sounded like a high-pitched, rapid-fire sprinkler. It was perched somewhere in the tree behind me that pushes against the fence (and may one day uproot the fence).

The oddest part about yesterday's experience was the feeling that twenty minutes just wasn't long enough. I imagine part of the feeling stemmed from not wanting to spend all day inside at work, but I would like to believe a larger part stemmed from enjoying the serenity of the scenery.