Pathways In The Sky

This morning the rarest of arctic fronts pushed its way far enough southward to the weather-worn doorsteps of my humble abode as the frigid, tranquil January night gave way to the hopes & dreams of a new dawn. Red neck translation: It was frickin' cold as a you know what in a brass you know what! X-Files material for south Houston I promise! I keep warning those who will lend me their ear of the dangers concerning man made, self inflicted global cooling the human populace conveniently pretends isn't a catastrophic time bomb waiting to annihilate precious life as we know it on this grand, celestial, blue marble. Be that as it may, I went outside to start my wife's aging 2000 Pontiac Grand Am. She has been away for several days in Missouri & I felt it wise to start her engine & let it run, lest we potentially face a dead battery upon her return.

Even though I was only out in the elements for a handful of seconds, I discovered yet another reason why winter is hands down my favorite time of year. All the otherwise camouflaged activity above us is completely exposed during winter months for human observation. E.G., meticulously constructed abandoned bird's nests, squirrels leaping to & fro, a plump woodpecker gearing up to peck, the next door neighbor's clogged gutter, etc., etc.,

It's a world unto it's own that most, understandably, ignore during warmer months when bazillions of leaves obstruct our view. Like pathways in the sky, fowl, squirrels, frightened (yet arrogant) house cats, tree frogs, koalas, toucans & Brasilian Spider Monkeys (if you happen to reside in Rio, New South Wales, or Kenya) to name a few, traverse from one tree to the next like you & I mosey down our block on our way to the nearest Sam's Club. Talk about same planet different worlds! Impressive to witness if you take even a moment such as I did on this rarest of mornings. Take time to smell the flowers. Better still, take time to warm your spouses car. =0)