Saturday, then

 

By the light

of the silvery moon,

pretty dark out here, 4:41 a.m., with sunrise set for 7:36, what comes of being on the far west side of the Eastern Time zone. Fishing boat heading up Scipio Creek and the fishermen home after a night on the water. The moon actually is not providing much light, but this is their space and they do this every morning. 

Cup of hot & black and, from Apalachicola Chocolate and Coffee Company on Market Street here, I've not had a breakfast pastry for maybe thirty years. Sweet: along with a couple of croissants and a spanakopita, bought two pastries, one with strawberry topping, one with mango. 

No excess or undue shock to the system, both pastries sliced into many small pieces and, along with hot & black this morning, one bite of each, a treat that makes this a vacation, a brief escape. If my late in life fantasy is 7H as a balcony stateroom in an ocean liner docked at St Andrews, this short retreat is the balcony cabin of a riverboat, maybe plying the Apalachicola River in the old days. This morning we'll arrive in Apalachicola and I'll go ashore for oysters.

A delightful early morning out here. 

It doesn't really work, you know. This is no longer Oyster City, the oysters I had Thursday were from Alabama. The last Time we were here they were from Cedar Key. The visit before that, Texas. And I've had Maryland and Virginia oysters here, what happens when humans arrive.

But life: I'll take it.

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Ever mindful that life is short, and we haven't much Time, my personal space is Being, wherever I find myself, these early mornings. My still-alive and loving it Time, remembering Time, reading Time, sometimes writing Time, and it's decent thinking Time. Gratitude Time. Nothing extraordinary, we are just regular people, all of us. Marcus Aurelius has it right, even with him nothing remains, not even memories. A written record, but nothing.

We could wish for a philosopher king, but we have only these clowns. Why do we elect them? Because they are what we have made ourselves, and earth abides, the world turns, the sun burns up its fuel in our solar system on the outer reaches of our Milky Way galaxy - - life is short - - knock, knock, is anybody there?

Hello. 

Hello?

 

War breaks out in Israel again overnight. 

Why do we hate each other so?

What is real?

knock - knock

Hello?

T88&c