I’m not living my life deeply enough. I fell asleep last night at 11:00pm or so, which is 10 plus a daylight saving hour, and I woke up this morning in the 8s, which of course is 7 plus a daylight saving hour, and I felt much more excited then I normally do when I wake up.
The morning is full of possiblities and excitement and change. It becomes lighter as the sun rises, people begin to awake and to scurry, I can see them out my window. The guy sleeping in the plexiglass box on the side of Chapel’s Field begins to stir, he opens a book, sits and takes in the world.
The morning is full of possibilities for change. I eat eggs and potatoes and bread smeared with cream cheese, I sit and read a book, I get up and wander around aimlessly. There is no hurry, no rush, nothing that needs to get done NOW must be turned in NOW, must be finished NOW. It is morning.
They say it will snow tonight. And the world turns. The American mystery deepens.