I arose from my tent early and found a mess left in the camp.  The raccoons had found the cooler.  They discovered that our breakfast of eggs could be found inside.  Little hand prints were left as evidence of the burglary.  The broken egg shells and disarray were not enough.  The little marks noted their presence and also their prescience.  They had no doubt watched us putting things away, or just somehow knew that they could find goodies in that box.   I clean up then go about just sitting alone in my woodsy campsite.  The kids are still sleeping, and so are the rest of the adults.  You would think that I would be lonely without the company, but I am not.  The breeze blows by my ears, my hair gently moving.  The chirping of birds and bubbling of running water are comforting; downright relaxing.  It seems that you see so much more when you take the time to just sit, put away your generated thought, and watch the world go by you.  There are so many insects.  Normally, I wouldn’t want them around, but they don’t seem to bother me so much today.  Except for the flies, none are “on” me.  On a boulder in the distance, I see a cardinal.  It flits between rocks and gravel, in search of its’ daily sustenance.  The red bird seems oblivious to anything not crawling on or under the dirt.  He has identified his area of interest and actively pursues his objective.  A few little pecks at the soil, and he flies into a nearby branch.  It becomes obvious that he achieved his goal, a little breakfast du jour.  Maybe a snack of flies would appeal to him?  I suspect that he won’t get that close to me.  At least he has had breakfast… Continue reading Wasting Time