my favorite timeof day

I love mornings. Sunrise is the best. The day is a shiny gift with the ribbons all tied and the paper perfect. It's full of delightful wonderful potential. It could hold any splendid thing. Once you pull off the pretty bow, rip away the bright paper, and tear into the box, you might find that all you have is an amazing ever-expanding unending pile of moose poop. But as long as the day has not really begun, as long as the box stays closed, it could hold any splendid thing. For me, the glass is not completely empty. It is ready to be filled with ambrosia, the elixer of joy, the nectar of the Gods, the milk of human kindness. After all, with all the shit around, there's got to be a pony in here somewhere!


So why don't you join me for lunch on one of the last decent days of the year. It's nippy, but we can sit in the sunny spots and cuddle into our new winter coats and watch the pond settling down to sleep for the winter. Leaves are dropping and blowing across the sun like slivers of stained-glass windows, and the geese are beginning to skein up for the flight south. If you sniff, can you smell it? That wet, brown October fragrance is in the air, and mid-day shadows are stretching out , laying down to rest. The box of the year's present is emptying out, and it's time to start picking up our toys and putting them away. Autumn is such a sad time of year. I'm so glad it still has seriouely potentiated mornings!