Sometimes I wake up in the early hours of morning, put my feet on the ground, and prepare to start the day. Then I glance at the alarm clock and see that I have two more hours of sleep waiting for me. I smile and return to my slumber. Can‘t really find words….thankful,,,happy…afterglow.
Been thinking a lot about time in this time when it all runs together. It seems cliche to call up the Dali painting of melting clocks but that shit is feeling like a news report right about now.
Funny how for the first time in my adult life, I can get in touch with anybody I want and instantly know what’s been going on with them. I’m talking anybody including people I have called in years. It reminds me of being a kid and riding my bike around our neighborhood in Ohio. Always a game of Kick the Can to join. Play until the glow bugs come out or dinner whichever came first.
The title of this post comes from a lyric by Martin Sexton. Came across the song many years ago at a time when so much seemed so uncertain. Back then I would have never imagined that I would be in the time and space where I am now.
I don’t know what the hell next week, month or year might look like. I know that I’m not alone in that. All I’m hope is that the future feels keeps giving me mornings of waking up too early and appreciating a little extra time to wake up and live.
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