Sunlight
The sunlight dazzles my eyes so they ache deciphering black words on a white page. Like other things we love, it can hurt.
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Anyway…
That’s a phrase I use a lot… A transition. Or braking to shift gears, or make a turn…
Fifty Years in the Future Forty Years Ago
The future was bright and my possibilities endless. Yes, the world looked different when I was nine, but I was figuring things out.
This Moment
A pileated woodpecker makes his presence known, chortling over the carriage house. Like a cat, I follow the languorous patch of sunlight. This is the moment I’m living. Are you living your moment?
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