Cursiefje

Fresh from the shower with my hair still wet
I join the cat in front of the garden window
With my cup of coffee in my hand, we stare outside together.

The cat's head moves nervously left and right
when a blue tit comes to feed on the left seeds of the leafless tree
or when a sparrow triples through the grass

I see the fog over the field that is covered in a tiny crisp snow layer
and the drips that fall down from the branches and our roof.
There is one tiny icycle hanging down and joining the drip
The cat's head moves quickly

We look outside together
while I think of Jan running errands at the moment and buying some bird feeding seeds
I hear the children playing upstairs seemingly in harmony
I enjoy the quiet moment.

The cat and I stare over the white foggy field together
while I sip my coffee
and so many thoughts and discussions of last week pass by in my head again.
I don't want the discussions here, I want to suck in the peace and quiet of the field.

If I knew how to be mindful, 
I'd acknowledge the thoughts, thank them and put them aside
I guess. 
I try.

It's oh so quiet  (oh gosh, now Björk comes by in my head in a big show)
It's fabulous
It is a weekend moment I adore.
I breathe the silence