6/8/2014

I fell asleep to the almost rhythm of an idling semi, dead tired and struggling to conceive of a proper configuration of blankets and pillows to meet the demands of a true summer temperature.  It didn’t matter, I was out like a light before I knew it, my comforter still unsure of its role in the whole mess.  I woke up the almost rhythm of many dribbled basketballs.  It was earlier than I thought it would be, but I didn’t feel tired.  That feeling is more significant than I often give it credit for--there is literally more today to live than I dared to expect. The organ from the church across the street, the clapping of hands, the beat of my heart--rhythm is finally achieved and I head off to live today.