Counting the little things..

 

Alarm rings and I hear it and realise that wait wait, I sleep through the night and so I lie down in wonder as night sleep can be interrupted by heat, or dreams which seem to be real or healthy bladder and kidney function.. which has to be attended to but you know you not supposed to jump out of bed immediately.. 

but is cool and dark - sun come up but it aint shining yet on the bed 

so I could lie down and read out the book as you do when there are cool rainy mornings and you don't want to sleep back but you don't need to get up.. and the book is nice.. and sometimes you belly rumbling because your body has this clock but the book and the bed..

little things like lying down in bed on a cool morning and reading a nice book.. which is a gift really as other times place get bright and hot too quick ..

and in the yard.. zinnia which come out on 6 December and still there until now.. and this is flower I put down from a woman who hand good with plants.. and three weeks later, it fading slowly..

and the hibiscus which coming back again.. nuff buds, double pink/red .. which had dried up many times and then get leaves and which bloomed to hell and go in the hot season when larger trees were stressing out..

and another bunch of bananas birthing..

 and the conversation about stress with a man who talk about acceptance  and being without expectations.. and about writing 

and promise to remember the little things , count them when the big things are lost..  

little things , which are big things really