Tuesday, September 16, 2008
FROM MORNING DRIVE JOURNAL
SEPTEMBER 17, 2002
Morning light and blue sky. Morning song of autumn. A clear reflection on the pond. All the loveliness, all the longing!
It's not a heavy dew. The shadows are not dark. It is only a small breeze.
Why is it that the closer I get to retirement, the less I seem to have to say about this drive to work? Is my spirit telling me something my head has not yet considered?
SEPTEMBER 17, 2002
Morning light and blue sky. Morning song of autumn. A clear reflection on the pond. All the loveliness, all the longing!
It's not a heavy dew. The shadows are not dark. It is only a small breeze.
Why is it that the closer I get to retirement, the less I seem to have to say about this drive to work? Is my spirit telling me something my head has not yet considered?
