To Bloom

2025.01.10

Good morning, that wonderful way.

Good day for a good day.

And some lively punctuation.

Period.

What a thing to be, alive and free; what a thing to be.

How are you?

There's only as many ways to say hello as there are versions of a sunrise.

They look the same, read and write the same, though never are.

So, I hope all is well, there's more to tell, so let's carry on.

Still Winter. Still windy. Still an hour or so till sunrise. Still a love-seated sort of hound dog rescued, reclining with a full stomach nearby. Still a guy writing words to the sky, for the sky, for you.

A something new kind of day.

Maybe you'll try something new, too. Something good for you. Something you've been putting off. Like being thankful for where you are and what you have. One or two things at least.

It's January in New England and I'm already ready for a Spring sunrise.

Winter will do for now. I've got my imagination to light things up.

Something changed in the world this year. Some unspeakable thing.

You feel it, too?

Children and flowers take time to bloom. So does a change of heart in the air.

Take care, try something new and have your better day.