It’s Saturday morning at the lake. The sun is shining, there is a light breeze, and all is well.
We have friends visiting for the weekend and last night we enjoyed a campfire as the moon and Jupiter set in the western sky.
Every morning is followed by a night; and it repeats day after day. What I do with the space in between makes the difference. The sun is rising and Earth is slowly waking up, as are our guests. It’s gonna be a great day. Making the Days Count, one day at a
It is another Sunday morning and the sun is up, the air is cool and crisp, and leaves litter the front lawn. I slept late this morning, or at least later than I should have although I have reasonable excuse – I stayed up too late last night, past eleven – almost to midnight.
I remember (often) the days of my youth when after midnight was truly after midnight, well after midnight. Eric Clapton’s song says it all about what I was doing:
After midnight, we’re gonna let it all hang down. After midnight, we’re gonna chug-a-lug and shout. We’re gonna stimulate some action; We’re gonna get some satisfaction. We’re gonna find out what it is all about. After midnight, we’re gonna let it all hang down. Eric Clapton – “After Midnight”
These days, I can’t hang much after ten, maybe it’s because I have aged or I have gotten wiser, or just that I realize that have to get moving and accomplish something before noon. Continue reading After Midnight→