Life is Good
There seemed better or more exciting at various other Times, but sitting out here on 7H porch or standing at the rail early dark mornings are life's best moments in this part of it. No moon, but friend since first memories of looking up, Orion is out there, Sirius, and a planet or two. Backing off from the lights of the park next door, eyes grow accustomed to the darkness and even dim stars brighten into view as I wait to see if the Milky Way does also; but honestly, other than pictures over the Arizona desert, I don't recall clearly seeing that white sweep of what we are in ages. My ages, I mean, my own ages.
Except for lapping ashore seven levels down, StAndrewsBay is quiet and black. No shrimp boats, one larger boat went by half an hour ago, now three tiny craft racing and cutting across the bar that stretches hazardous to navigation out from Courtney Point: so small, Sea-Doo, Yamaha, Kawasaki or other, surely they're not heading out into the dark, deep and unpredictable Gulf of Mexico at this hour. Well, okay, alrighty then, maybe so, where angels fear to get lost at sea.
No regular Monday midmorning meeting, this can be a lazy day if I let it be so. In a chilly bedroom, my PJs are a long-sleeve pullover sweatshirt, exercise pants, and socks, good for the gym way downstairs or for sleeping or as part of that lazy day.
Coffee with solitude on the porch. In a little while, leftover baked red snapper for breakfast.
GOK what will be happening later today, or even an hour or five minutes or ten seconds from now, but one thing I know about this moment: Life is Good.
T
Except for lapping ashore seven levels down, StAndrewsBay is quiet and black. No shrimp boats, one larger boat went by half an hour ago, now three tiny craft racing and cutting across the bar that stretches hazardous to navigation out from Courtney Point: so small, Sea-Doo, Yamaha, Kawasaki or other, surely they're not heading out into the dark, deep and unpredictable Gulf of Mexico at this hour. Well, okay, alrighty then, maybe so, where angels fear to get lost at sea.
No regular Monday midmorning meeting, this can be a lazy day if I let it be so. In a chilly bedroom, my PJs are a long-sleeve pullover sweatshirt, exercise pants, and socks, good for the gym way downstairs or for sleeping or as part of that lazy day.
Coffee with solitude on the porch. In a little while, leftover baked red snapper for breakfast.
GOK what will be happening later today, or even an hour or five minutes or ten seconds from now, but one thing I know about this moment: Life is Good.
T