Another day, and another
half month is gone. Where oh where has it gone? We spend our lives at work and don't see much of anything else. If I did not rise and work at my desk at home for two and a half hours before getting ready to go to paid work, what would I have to show? Not much - I work, and on the other end of the day I walk, I eat, I sleep. Pretty rudimentary existence, one I have led, one that many others continue to lead. If we wish to feel as if we are contributing to the world around us, it needs to be more than working at a printing plant, walking, eating, sleeping. Let me re-phrase that - I would need more. Others may be happy as clams. That's okay. I must answer to myself, for myself. The rest will be led where they need to go.
The morning is bright and blue and green. Even the hawk's tree is leafing out, though I'm sad to report the hawk is not in it today.
It is clear that more fields have been planted. I am surprised I have not seen the fellow working his flowerbeds at Five Corners. He has worked them, just not when I've been coming through the intersection. I miss seeing him - a fixture, a ritual, a given in our existence, like the hawk in its tree.
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