Another dawn, another
day, another chase of beauty.
A morning fuzzy enough but no doubt it will clear. We are promised more cold, but does it matter? I want to take what I get. I want to want what I get. Certainly achieving that state of peace is not easy. The zen is not in getting there, the zen is in striving. I choose to strive.
When I started writing these pages I tended to look outside. More recently, I have been tending to look inside. Today, here, now, I am thinking that inside and outside are the same, no different, like a coin, heads or tails, still it's the coin.
The smell of leaves burning even at this early hour. An edge to the edge. A dull light. More leaves on the ground.
Wind from east to west - the flag at the cemetery flaps lazily away from where the sun would be if we could see it today.
There might be sky open in the northwest, though it's difficult to tell in the pastel of color we've got this morning.
By the time I arrive at work the sun has broken through the haze in the east. It throws its own celebration. I can't stay to enjoy the party but have to go in for work.
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