“If I had more time, I would’ve made this shorter.”
—— Mark Twain
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5:41 am
Awake before the birds.
That first thrush with the human-like whistle won’t be up for a while yet.
Insects only now.
And Waimanalo Stream.
Not so loud as before.
The winter rains, subsiding.
I look back on a day of nearly total inactivity.
At least in relation to self expectation.
My internal judgement machine grinds slowly into gear.
Just as one lone gecko comments.
I smile.
Yes, little dude.
I did exactly what I wanted to do yesterday.
And I’ll do the same today.
Yes, I’m privileged.
Yes, I’m as aware as…
As I am.
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6:10 am
No thrush whistle yet.
A distant deep blue, glows over the jungle canopy.
In the direction of the ocean.
Where my sweetheart and I will be hanging out, in less than a month.
We hung out on the phone several times yesterday.
I feel her with me now.
Puttering about her house.
On a snowy Sunday morning.
Yes, there’s that bird.
Wayyy off in the distance.
A different bird now joins in.
A bit closer.
The day begins and I’ve got “work” to do.
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Blessed…
m(___)m
