This morning I woke up at 6:30 a.m. and I remembered who I am and what I was. I drank one cup of strong coffee with warm milk that had been foamed and poured into a large mug. I had two pieces of toast with blueberry jelly and lots of butter and as I ate the toast I dipped it into my coffee. I sat at the table in the kitchen looking out across the street through windows with no curtains. The day was cloudy, foggy and cool as it had been for several days. I could hear and see the crows on the peak of the roof of the pink house across the street. I wondered if the crows were waiting for me to take the dog and go for a walk on the beach. The day had just begun, and I had things to do, but the walk on the beach near the water with all its sounds and smells and surprises would be what I remembered the most throughout the day. I was just paying attention and as always looking for someone I might know.
Is that art?