Hi. Lately I’ve been getting up early. The Sun shows up, and then I show up, awake. I’ve never been an early waker. Oh, well.
This morning when I awoke, I lay in bed, listening to the sounds outside my window. I heard a car running at my neighbors. It ran for a while.
I felt the mattress underneath me, and the sheets above.
Thoughts came in and out. Some about the day. Some about yesterday. Some from a really long time ago. My mind reminds me of a radio, playing various songs at random.
Then I had a thought to write you, so here I am, typing.
I wonder what you’re up to. What’s happening to you right now. What’s your life like around you.
Sometimes I get the feeling that we’re one person with a multitude of eyes. My eyes, yours, other people’s.
I drew this the other day. It feels like two people that were once disparate, now see each other.
I feel like we’re art. Constantly being created. Everyday new pages in our life are written, like a painting, new brush strokes are added. It makes us very interesting.
I hear the morning dove calling. It’s time for me to go for my walk.