a minute of the sabbath

4:18 p.m.

Blue skies blaze around me.

This is no passive, lazy afternoon sky. Any traces of typical baby-blue pigment have been wiped clean and intensified with a fresh coat of indigo. The Saturday afternoon stretches out in a 360 degree tribute to God, a burning dome of heaven above, around, near and out in front of me.

Drinking every bit of the day in, all of the car’s windows are napping inside their little car door beds. The wind races over me, gusting from my left side, slapping a high five onto my cheek as it splits, both doggedly gunning through the passenger’s window, and simultaneously sucked out through the gaping sunroof.

"A-catch the wind, see us spin,
Sail away, leave today
Way up high in the sky..."

70’s rock DEFEANINGLY loud (as God intended), Led Zep burns my ears as the sun deftly reddens my left arm, comfortably resting on the car window's ledge.

Drawing in air, I tense up the diaphragm, wait, then unabashedly belt out,

"It won't, but the wind won't blow, we really shouldn't go
It only goes to show
that you will be mine by takin' our time
Oooh, wo-o-o…"

Blissfully my vocal cords claim their freedom. The tune my brain has remembered since I was 10 has escaped into this beautiful day. I feel like I've just shared a secret with the world. My Dad would be proud, I think and smile slyly.

A perfect moment on a perfect sabbath, and I'm present in it.

How beautiful congnizance is.

Saturday's soundtrack:
What Is And What Should Never Be - Led Zeppelin - Led Zeppelin II