Early morning on the river, a sun rises into the foliage, onto the still water, mirrors a silence invisible elsewhere. I wake early, pack the last of my bag and pour a cup of coffee to watch the creek wake from the back porch. Back to New York, like a promise, like a gift.
The train ride is quiet, I pick through inbox chatter and watch the herons stretch their long necks at the river's edge. Arrival waits with a hundred demands to be done, tomorrow waits with one big ask, my nerves tingle and try out setting themselves on fire but my head is calm, determined. There is adventure yet to be had this year, there is joy to be felt, the thing about disaster is it gives you the chance to see what it is you really want with what little time you have. We started the year in blissful ignorance, yes, but now in its stead we have determination. Instead of free of care we are full of it.
If you win hope with skinned knees and bloody knuckles,
you are not so likely to let it go.
No comments:
Post a Comment