Waking Up
The cloak of darkness retreats, ushering in the dim gray streaks of morning. Soon, through the trees, a hint of brightness will appear. I lie there, storing my dreams as my mind returns again to reality.
I am so lucky I muse. Life has left it's scars, but it also left the creases at the corners of my eyes that evidence the laughter I've shared. And although my motor starts more slowly now, the body runs pretty well for it's age.
Time was when I couldn't waste a moment, passing life without a second glance. So engaged in chasing my tomorrows, I never really appreciated the today's.
My life is simpler now. The monsters beneath my bed departed years ago, replaced by a pair of well worn slippers. Days move more easily around me, each promising to enlighten me anew.
Memories consume more of my thoughts then they did yesterday. Most everything I see reminds me of something I have seen or somewhere I have been. I relish the familiarity, like watching yet again a favorite movie.
I waste another moment stretching beneath the covers before swinging my feet to the floor. Sitting there, I embrace this brand new morning. It's going to be another beautiful day.
Bob Quigley
10/24/2011
Copyright © Bob Quigley | Year Posted 2011
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