Another morning, at first indifferent.
And maybe a bit of reluctant dread.
Then quiet time alone, coffee cup warming my hands.
Silence my mind, look inside, and away from my “self.”
No, not alone. Never alone.
My attitude adjustment hour.
Perspective heightened. Life is good.
Time for a walk, before it’s too hot.
Mask in my pocket, always at the ready.
A crispness lingers in the air.
So refreshing. Another thing to be grateful for.
But the air is not only crispness.
Ash sprinkles down, like cursed snowflakes.
From overhead to the western horizon, the brown “fog bank” of smoke.
Sirens wail off in the distance. On the highway, heading north?
The wildfire season … again.
The “new normal.” “It is what it is.” So tired of those phrases.
Yet I admit their accuracy, and simple clarity.
I feel the struggle, trying not to let it all get me down.
A near-constant struggle … these days.
Some days I lose.
But today … today I’m winning.
Yet, not alone.