Rain early on. I woke and slept and woke again to temperate coffee and the rush to get L off to school. The cat pressed against the fogged windowpane outside while C pitched breakfast oats from his highchair. The kitchen radio faded to static. I moved the dial back and forth without any change. It was D’s radio as a kid: a black cube with green day glow dotted numbers and a missing dangly wire antennae that didn’t do much at all. Whenever I commented on the static and how it wouldn’t tune, he said it was because the mountain moved. I always laughed at this imaging an earthen woman rising with the music to dance in her taffeta skirts and when she was good and done with her balletic forms, she would curl back into solid rock and ephemera until the next cold wet day came and went. He thought I didn’t like the old cube, but honestly, I’d grown rather fond of it.
I’m giving this yearlong project a spin. Undoubtedly, I will fall and pick up again. Knowing this makes it easier. Still, I plan to show up to record a short photo and story of my day. You’re welcome to join me. I’d love it really. We can give each other high fives and geek out with a hashtag (#ayearofus), not because everyone is doing it, but because we’re doing it, together. Showing up every damn day to make this creative habit real.