Tuesday, August 20, 2013
Morning, a fine ride tarnished by the familiar nagging that something isn't right, something important forgotten or ignored — like waking from a dream that I forgot to go to a class for an entire semester.
I was searching for something along the narrow lane — an idea, a thought, perhaps a feeling. Listening to a red-winged blackbird's sharp note and trill as the sun burned through the fog altered a mental path, a welcome release from an obstinate mix of thought and emotion.
I could enjoy being alive.
Later, looking at this picture I thought about how powerful a morning can be — visually, psychically, emotionally. And then I remembered this quote:
“Each night, when I go to sleep, I die. And the next morning, when I wake up, I am reborn.” ― Mahatma Gandhi
And so the road rolls on...