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Awake @ 4:00 am

It’s 4:00 am and I am awake with a song running through my head as if I have been here before. This road I have traveled before, but only for a short while. The winding, twisting and turning road filled with faces, places and seasons of past, present, and future. I wonder what it is that brings all of us to this place in our lives.

Darkness stretches outside so clear as if daylight has reached out and grabbed me. Grabbed me like a friend from the past which I have not seen since days gone by or days yet to come. Friends, words, and thoughts paint turquoise pictures of grand days that were never known. Observations made of childhood days that feel like dreams of future things clouded by the darkness that is outside at 4:00 am.

These sporadic thoughts fill my mind as the ticking of the clock that doesn’t exist hammers in the background. Metronomic moments from practice rooms are the clock of a musicians world. A world that is often abandoned for other forms of life’s pleasure, but more that of practicality that is removed from life’s love.

Nonexistent clocks hammering life’s heartbeat to words streaming from the radio which cannot be understood. Back to the past the words were clear, but the future brought indistinguishable thought. These thoughts, often like informercials selling products disguised as grandiose get-rich-quick lifesavers, fill the heart with joy only to be discarded. Those thoughts teeter on the curb with raindrops tipping the equilibrium pushing one way and then another.

Rainwater gushing along the curb from earlier days tempting thoughts to leap in and run away. But that equilibrium is tempted to stay by the raindrops turned to tears. Street cleaner trucks driving slowly along the trail turning gauzed streets into clean days. The tears that were once raindrops removed with all other discarded items by the brushes and water of the street cleaner. It is the brushes cleaning, caring, and making anew that which was once the past.

We often see darkness as all that is around this oh-so-cool place we call Earth. Is this because we wear sunglasses to veil the light which is shining, or like blinders that horses used to wear? A gentle tug would remove the veil and allow us to see the good.

We smile as the morning comes after smelling the chocolate corona of coffee wafting through the air. It helps bring light to the darkness we had with our eyes closed. Is not this the problem of much around the world? Eyes closed not willing to see? Tug those sunglasses off the face of the world, and squint for a moment to see the beauty that is really awaiting our hearts.

It’s 4:00 am and I am awake with a song running through my head as if I have been here before. Have you?

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Independence Day: Morning Thoughts

Sitting on the front porch and having a cup of coffee this morning by the dawn’s early light. It is a wonderful morning with a slight breeze, a light rain shower, and the sounds of birds chirping. I know that it is Independence Day, but it is so nice to sit and not hear the sounds of fireworks exploding. Quite. Peaceful.

This light rain shower has begun to wash away the fog of Independence Day wars. All that is left is the debris of young children’s celebrations strewn in yards and streets. Faded red sticks from rockets that have lost their red glare. There are no more bombs bursting in the air. The air that was once fouled by oily fumes is clean. Only a light odor of ozone delivered by the rain from above.

This brings memories of those who perilously fought, and those still fighting throughout the world. If only all around the world we realized that each one of us are brothers and sisters. We may speak different languages, dress differently, and have beliefs that differ but we are still people of Earth. All living, breathing, and hoping for a safe world. We should not put out beliefs on another for that may put us asunder.

Sitting on the front porch by the dawn’s early light. Thinking not only of my countries independence, but the independence that all children of Earth should be enjoying. Quite. Peaceful.

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