Meditation on Dirt
Meditation on Dirt
One morning I woke up wanting to see the sunrise. I don’t know the origin of this feeling, but since I’m easily swayed by my playful impulses I avoided asking myself any questions that could deter me from going on this fun little adventure. So as soon as my eyes opened, I gently slipped out of bed, careful not to wake my partner, and followed my convictions through the morning darkness.
Or at least I thought I was careful. My partner started to shuffle and mumble as I struggled to figure out which pant leg was left and which was right.
“Where are you going?”
“To see the sunrise.”
It was such a ridiculous quest at such an inconvenient hour that she didn’t ask any more questions, and instead went straight back to sleep.
The moment was near, and I was too excited to check the forecast so haphazardly tossed on my thin cycling jacket, and took the arduous trek to the lake — five minutes away. But by minute four or five I started to notice how thin my jacket was. The cold was u…
