A quiet summer morning that will run brief, as its predecessor did yesterday, and I’m thinking about –
The glorious number of books I have that are waiting to be read;
The sickness of gun culture that leads people to believe they are about strength;
The yoga I did yesterday and have not yet done today;
The ways I hope to be effective at my job in the coming months;
The many, many moments that make up a life;
The bathroom I need to clean, the closet I need to clean out;
The friends coming over for dinner tonight;
The human condition of loneliness that transcends experience;
The things I do not know about the people I love;
The warmth of the coffee beside me, and
– it’s Tuesday, closer to August that I’d like to admit. Good morning.
The Wandering Introvert 