It's amazing the effect it can have....
A good nights sleep, a very hot shower, a big fluffy white bathrobe, and watching the sun come up....
I feel pretty good just about now.
Then.... an hour or two later... as the day starts winding up... there are reminders. Things that point out.... where my heart really is. Then, John lee hooker joins the sunrise on the mornings plate. Now.... appetite fades and only this cup of coffee cuts through. Good blues guitar, strong fresh coffee... and thoughts.
Thoughts are funny critters. They can shape a life, or tear it down.
The same day, the same sunrise, even the same fine coffee.... and just the entrance of a few thoughts can re-color everything. For something that's without weight, thoughts can really bear down heavily. For something without substance, thoughts can filter the light just so. The treacherous mind, perhaps seeking an open path, first bumps against every closed door and each blocked road.
Longing is, for some
The path chosen by dame fate
Shaping hour and day
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