In Your Eyes

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“All my instincts, they return
And the grand facade, so soon will burn
Without a noise, without my pride
I reach out from the inside”  ~  Peter Gabriel

First light, first coffee. A good day ahead. It doesn’t really feel like a writing morning. Too much has changed in the past week. I’ve yet to digest it all. Or even part of it. However presumptuous it may sound I will declare it to be all good and figure out the details at a later time. This is very unlike me. There’s the problem with arguably clear perception and there are other problems as well. This good coffee can’t fix anything but the second cup will arrive momentarily regardless. Perhaps clarity will be right on its heels? I’d like that. Add the daily meds, calm the agitated parts of me, which are many, and ease the mind into the day. Yes, I already called the day a good day. There’s no reason why it can’t be. Stranger things have happened. Heck, something strange happened yesterday, and I felt something I haven’t felt in a long time. Close though, but not like this. You readers will have to accept this as a mystery. I do. It’s not the kind of mystery that will crack open my hermitage but it most definitely will light it up, inside out. Boy howdy that’s really all I can ask for. I’m talking quality of life here. After ten weeks of austerity measures I have breathing room once again. The urge to metaphorically run out and exploit my flickering sense of freedom will remain an urge. It’s not time to act. Not at all. It’s time to smile then casually contemplate what happened yesterday, like, ya know, the mystery and all that stuff. Yesterday my eyes failed to deceive me, like they so often do. Sometimes you don’t get the chance to form an opinion, or even a reasonable assessment. Sometimes reality simply taps you on the shoulder and says dude step out of the moment and move a little. There’s no need for enlightenment today, not with a shining mystery to be had. I’ll move right along with that. And I will chat with cats as I move through my work day. It’s one of those days when a hiss is as good as a purr. Yes, nice.

Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.


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