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.


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