Morning is welcome

These gray winter mornings.... daylight is more than welcome.

Lately, too many times, I've been up to greet the morning light. Sleep is a rare friend some days. Lately more than before.

Midlife crisis? Not sure what that is. Retrospect? Sounds more like it. Looking back, around, forward, Seeing what was, what is, what might be.

We are all about our choices in life. I tell that to my students all the time. I try to help them look at their own choices in life, and think about what they mean.

This morning.... I am telling myself the same thing. We are the choices we make.
For better, for worse, mostly plunging ahead without knowing the results of what we do.

Gray mornings.... leave little outside the window to distract. The occasional ray of sunshine, so rare. The horses, living in wonderful caged freedom, carefree.
Gray mornings force thoughts within, to their core.

This morning I consider the present, and the future. Where do I want to be, who do I want to be?

We shall see.....