Cycle of Days
I think I love how the days cycle through the week. Each day has its own significance, although some of them are special because they have no significant duty to be performed and I can pick and choose my own significance for the day.
This evening's significance hinges on tomorrow morning's activity, getting the trash out to the curb. I like this ritual, gathering up the used up odds and ends of junk and debris and expelling them from my domain. But every week, there's so much more that comes in to replace what I've discarded.
In the late afternoon or evening, I tie up the old newspapers and old magazines and surplus cardboard, --where does it all come from? Then early in the morning on Thursday, I make sure it all gets carried to the curb in good time for the trash pick up.
Swept and clean! How good that sounds. How good that feels. The discards are picked up on Thursday morning and it feels wonderful to be free of them.
On Thursday afternoon, the cycle begins again. More newspapers arrive, new arrivals pile up through each cycle of days till we reach another Wednesday afternoon and the good-bye-to-trash ritual begins again. There is a rhythm to this cycle of days.
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