I awake. The clock's short hand is reaching toward 11. Going to bed at 3:30 AM caused that late sleep. Laying in the comfort of the bed, toes wiggling, slowly the day comes to me. Thoughts, wishes, hopes, and memories. Memories laced with joys and regrets. Good choices, bad choices. A life that is getting closer to the end. Will it be this year? Not likely. Will I live well into my 90's? Not my goal.
So, having written all of this, I am looking within myself, my future, heck just today. Really, this moment is all I have.
in the distant haze
there stands the mighty mountains
glaciers retreating
thought I was a mountain
just sand by the sea
petra domina ©
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