The silent man was doing a downward dog stretch off the back of the bench before I arrived at 6:30 am today. Sky blurred into water with a wooly fog that obliterated the horizon line. I had a meditative knit, saying hi to only a couple of passersby. I enjoyed the sound of the chickadee. How is it these 2 blocks of city sidewalk continue to reveal fresh delights? The linear shadows cast by the horsetails were especially gorgeous in this morning’s light. The quality of attention that I bring to this hour of knitting is something I hope to someday sustain throughout my ordinary days. Every moment would then feel like the miracle that it is.