(So, I’ve been participating in a “writers’ flash mob” of sorts called Five Minute Friday. In response to a one-word prompt, hundreds of writers sit down and write for five minutes flat. No extreme editing; no worrying about perfect grammar, font or punctuation; unscripted and unedited. Here’s today’s edition…setting the timer….)
Five Minute Friday: Wait
I opened the front door and the two of us stepped over the threshold and into the half inch of new snow.
It was quiet – that special kind of quiet when the snow muffles all sound, the sun is only starting to peak over the mountain, and schools are on two-hour delay.
The morning trip out front is normally quick.
Tess, our little dog, usually does her morning business (number one) and heads straight back for the house.
But yesterday evening she had not come through with a number two…and I figured there might be more.
While I waited, I noticed and soaked in that special snowy morning quietness.
Tess hesitated, but then started her back and forth pacing near the bushes.
Within a few minutes she did take care of that extra business and made her beeline for the house.
Two hours later, there was another kind of waiting.
This waiting also involved the morning’s snow and ice.
This was the waiting between the moment when the brakes on our car locked up…my son and I started to skid out of the entrance to our neighborhood…and finally – thankfully – the moment when I got the car back under control and stopped.
All I could really do was wait.
It seemed like a LONG wait…although it was only a few seconds.
We were sliding, and we were either going to stop – or not.
Thank goodness both the peaceful and stressful waiting of my morning yielded positive results.