“What Youth deemed crystal, Age finds out was dew” ~ Robert Browning
“Old men tend to forget what thought was like in their youth; they forget the quickness of the mental jump, the daring of the youthful intuition, the agility of the fresh insight. They become accustomed to the more plodding varieties of reason, and because this is more than made up by the accumulation of experience, old men think themselves wiser than the young.” ~ Isaac Asimov
“It is by no means an irrational fancy that, in a future existence, we shall look upon what we think our present existence, as a dream.” ~ Edgar Alan Poe
“You get old and you realize there are no answers, just stories.” ~ Garrison Keillor
This is the first morning that has felt like winter. It’s not just the deep cold (9º), the angles of the pre-dawn light, and just some kind of deep starkness in the air. It could be anything. My morning obligations are all done, so I can ease out and phase into the feeling of the beginning of two days off. First things first. Yeh, there is plenty to be done but to my knowledge none of it compulsory. I could say I will cultivate freedom in the coming hours, but I can’t really take it that far. Don’t need to name it or smack it with an agenda, itinerary, whatever. As you can likely tell by now I don’t have much to say today. I have a warm feeling in my heart, been there a few days now. I feel it, as close as breath itself.
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.