Sometimes you are the
person that wakens gradually, incrementally; stumbling uncertainly from bed, to
stretch, to pee, to reconnoiter the uncertain unknown of the day.
Sometimes you are the person who wakes into the day, 0-60 in the blink of an eye, no ambivalence, no polite deferential asides.
I waken and that's that, no more turning back into bed and pillows and slumber.
There is only to pull on yesterday's jeans and discarded t shirt, slip on sandals , grab key and wallet and pooch, after downing some fresh water ( Are we not lucky?) head off down the road.
So we head out, he perched on the dog-nail-ripped console, the windows uniformly decorated by dog nose nosettes.
We head down the steep decline of the foothill, off the range, and burst out of the woods into the world, where, no matter the season, I must always restrain myself from applause.
"Well done!' I think to Life and Nature and Cosmos, soaking in the bright morning light, the beginning of a brand new day.
Quell grandisement.
Sometimes you are the person who wakes into the day, 0-60 in the blink of an eye, no ambivalence, no polite deferential asides.
I waken and that's that, no more turning back into bed and pillows and slumber.
There is only to pull on yesterday's jeans and discarded t shirt, slip on sandals , grab key and wallet and pooch, after downing some fresh water ( Are we not lucky?) head off down the road.
So we head out, he perched on the dog-nail-ripped console, the windows uniformly decorated by dog nose nosettes.
We head down the steep decline of the foothill, off the range, and burst out of the woods into the world, where, no matter the season, I must always restrain myself from applause.
"Well done!' I think to Life and Nature and Cosmos, soaking in the bright morning light, the beginning of a brand new day.
Quell grandisement.
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