Science fiction, fantasy, mystery and what-not
I go outside each morning to breath the air, take in the weather, and look around. My wardrobe is bare feet, gym shorts, and a tee shirt.
In today’s moment, accompanied by Quinn the Black Paw and Papi of the Ginger, I said, “It’s not bad out here, guys.” Quinn responded by rolling around on the patio while Papi scanned the perimeter for intruders.
After a few minutes, I returned inside and checked the temp on my small weather system. Thirty-one degrees F.
My winter skin is coming along well.
Each day brings a new requirement to re-balance priorities, needs, desires and the rest.
Each week brings an increasing gentle awareness of time.
Each month brings a new assessment of what’s been done, what needs to be done, what hasn’t been done, what you hope to do.
Each season brings new requirements for clothing, repairs, vacations, work and celebrations.
Each holiday brings a new influx of decorations – ghosts, Santas, elves and reindeer – and renewed promises to clean out the previous collection of decorations. Each effort bring renewed efforts.
Each departure brings thoughts and reflections. Each arrival brings anticipation.
Each year brings fresh nostalgia and growing awareness of mortality.
Each morning brings a new hope.
Each hour brings a new beginning.
And each thought brings a new perspective.
Each time, it’s not the same.
And each time, you wonder how has it changed?
Michael Seidel, writer 