Every day a stone in my pocket

Finding the joy in every day.

It’s 7:45 am and I am on my way to dip in the Salish Sea. It’s dark, raining, and I am stopped in my car waiting at a pedestrian walk … as six peacocks stand in the middle of the road in Cook Street Village. I wait, and wait, and wait. No other cars. The peacocks seem oblivious to my car lights and presence. Are they giggling amongst themselves at how funny it is to stop traffic at 7:45 am? I imagine the ostentation taking over …