Morning choices

The open window let in the chill of the autumn night. The air in the room is crisp, fresh and cool.

Through the glass I can see the sun shining on the colored leaves of the sugar maples, promising another beautiful fall day.

But my bed is warm and comfortable.

It’s decision time.

Midnight

Sitting on the dock under the canopy of the Milky Way,

with a glass of scotch and a good cigar.

Trying to identify the constellations, and counting the falling stars.

The haunting call of a loon ruptures the silence.

The soul is at peace.