Out of the warm house into a cold, dark, foggy morning I went today, wiped moisture off the car windows in order to see more clearly and not run into anything, turned the ignition switch and announced to the neighborhood I was leaving with a screechy noise that only sounds out on cooler mornings.  I completely understand the car's attitude about wanting to wait a littler longer, until brightness and warmth wake up to greet me.  But alas, our taxi duties and my choice of wellness activities pulled me out of park into drive with only that initial shrill objection.
    Now the sun is out along with many choices.  Part of me objects that there are too many to accomplish as time has a way of passing me up several times as I run around today's only partially determined course.  I'm  looking around at the piles of visible shoulds and thinking about veering off in another direction. While I chide myself for not being more focussed on one project or task at a time, I notice the beauty the tree outside my window is manifesting.  Its mixture of  amazing variations of color tones is telling me to celebrate it all:  the greens of freshness hanging on to new discoveries, the yellows of lightness laughing at inflexibility; the corals of sassy cheerfulness , the rusts of deepening understandings, the blasting reds confidently flaunting their stuff.  Subtle poofs of wind are blowing at the leaves now, perhaps reminding them to enjoy their time before their descent.   
     Although the array on my pallette may diminish, and abilities to use them wane, I pray I will continue to start up, engage and take off--without too much screeching.