M. Suzanne Terry

This morning, I’m linking up with Lisa-Jo Baker and writing five minutes on this week’s prompt.

Ordinary

A lot of her stories could start like this.  “It was just another ordinary day.”  She has her routines, and she likes them.  They organize her time and give order to her life.  They ensure that she gets done what she needs to get done.

It was just another ordinary day.

And then…and THEN…

The sunrise sneaked up on her.  It had its ordinary layers, its usual colors, but then the sun broke through the clouds.  She was just sitting there, drinking her coffee, minding her own business, mentally running through her normal schedule for the ordinary day ahead of her.

And then the light broke through, and the colors exploded.

It was joy.

The light shone on the coffee mug in her hand, a typical teacher gift given to her by a student at the end of just another ordinary school year – the year that student learned to read.

It highlighted the simple slice of toast on her plate.  It was a remnant of the bread that she baked last weekend to accompany the first pot of stew of the season, joined with wine and laughter and shared with friends.

It reflected off the generous helping of her mom’s strawberry-fig jam spread over the toast, and she said a small prayer that her mom would have a good day.

It was just another ordinary day, but sometimes, ordinary is pretty spectacular.