I’m sitting here on a Friday morning with a quote about history. I have several different ideas that I can run with, but they all seem long winded and generic.
So I’m going to tell you about the window next to my bed that I left open overnight.
The air was still throughout my sleep, so the curtains laid flat along the wall. I have a wind chime that hangs from the curtain rod that hammers out melodies when the wind blows across the room. They were silent last night.
The calmness of the Friday morning air allowed a softness completely opposite of the cacophony earlier in the week.
Freight trains rumbled on their distant tracks. Brutus and Titus, my lion neighbors across the river bellowed to remind the neighborhood who the kings of the jungle are. I heard a flock of geese fly low over the trees quacking directions and coordinates to each other.
The feral cats that live on the block had a fight club session down the alley and the occasional ambulance screamed between a tragedy and the emergency room.
The smell of autumn quiffed through the opened window. The rotting leaves chilled by the clear sky left an autumn potpourri to my sleep.
The weight of the extra blanket added to the enjoyment as my head rested on the cold pillows.
The moon settled long ago leaving a dark stage for the stars to feast upon. They shine with a pinpoint glow along the distance. Mars and Jupiter stand out amongst the crowded celestial pastures.
I could lay here with the chill in the air and the calmness of the morning, but the market is chiming from my computer in the other room.
Time to kick start Friday and try and make a living. I’m doing the best I can.
Enjoy your early November weekend. Pull on your favorite sweater and kick the leaves strewn across the sidewalk.
It’s a crockpot weekend full of football and rugby. Fire pits and bourbon. Knee high socks and worn out sweatshirts. Maybe, just maybe, you’ll hear someone say, “I love you.”
Be true to your school and go search for astonishment
