Monday, glorious Monday morning…

Awaking late, I discovered a day of sunlight softly filtered by a milky-blue sky.  For mid-August, today the 15th, air temperature is delightfully pleasant.  Why don’t I return to the backyard, lay down in the grass, to gaze at the sky in utter bliss?  I feel that I should, or could.  But habit rules the adult.  I continue on to Starbucks.

Traffic moved at typical commuting speed on Fabyan Parkway.  The Mercedes SUV at the light immediately in front of me languidly moves, so I accelerated to the side of the vehicle, passing at 50 mph on the long sloping straight-a-way toward the bridge over the river.  As usual it was necessary to brake at the light.  Waiting, watching the traffic, saying that silent prayer that every driver in those oncoming vehicles would be careful to stay in its lane, then momentarily a gap opens in the rush of streaming autos.  Angling the Kia toward the apex of the turn I pressed the accelerator.  Across the south bound lanes of Route 31 in a second, 50 mph was reached in several more seconds, — I lifted the pedal.  (Perhaps I did learn a thing or two from the instructor when driving the C8 Z51 Corvette.)

A self induced adrenaline rush while driving to Starbucks was “icing on the cake,” of a perfect morning.

Why not?  Life is short and death long, as the saying goes…

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We need a song do we not?  Every day properly demands a tune to energize the mind/body for the lessons, for the natality of us and of the world.  Creation is best accompanied by a lyric and a tune!  The song is from 1982 Harden My Heart by Quarterflash, – a truthful snapshot of life.  Waiting, waiting, until the propitious moment, then one pulls the trigger.

Does not that saxophone bring tears to your eyes?