Sunday, May 6, 2012
standing at the sink this morning, getting ready for the 10th remaining day on the job, a resident mockingbird is singing to the sun at the top of his avian lungs. hearing the trill "wake up! it's morning already!" in the varied tongues of the neighborhood bird species takes me back to the mornings of my early youth. In those days my dad kept a stable of fighting game cocks whose habit it was to crow in the new day long before the sun poked its shining head above the eastern horizon.
As the ride toward retirement approaches the speed of a runaway semi on a 10% grade, I think of how many sunrises separate me from those early days and those more recent along the road of my life.
who woulda thunk on any of those mornings so long ago that the last sunrise of a 38 year career could ever be just 20 days away? it just goes to show-- life is what happens while waiting for today to become yesterday and for tomorrow to become today.