I had a thought yesterday: what if this were the very last October 5th you will ever have?
I looked out the window as I sat on the couch. The afternoon sun slanted all golden and dreamy. For a moment, I had a vision, like an old flickering film, of myself climbing Mt Baldy. I would sit on the bench under the fir trees, watching the setting sun. It would bathe me with light as I would joyously find purpose and meaning in my life.
Then the vision faded; the fire of inspiration sputtered and blew out.
I turned on the TV, drowning in my passivity.
Some days are like that.