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| Reflection of light in window. |
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| Sunset at Home |
I have not practiced sufficient discipline recently. With all the reasons that life can provide, I have found justification for omitting my practice of daily writing and walking; I consider these essentials to my healthy balance in life. These two pursuits have slipped from my consciousness and been replaced by the demands of travel, life and children. This morning, I promised myself that I would return to my daily practice of writing and walking. Yet, the clock was not my friend. It seemed to race forward despite my best intentions to beat it. Finally, I saw that the light was beginning to ebb from the sky. I decided to seize the moment, and my sneakers. I chose my special kicks today -- the ones bearing my name that my friends gave me one Christmas -- and I drove down the quarter mile hill that constitutes my driveway. At the bottom, I set off for a walk on level ground. I squeezed in a mile but noticed that, as I closed on a mile, my pace was slowing like an a run-down clock. Never-the-less, I covered the distance. I drove back up the driveway, puttered around for a few minutes then turned to identify the source of the glowing light; the sky was illuminated in rose. The light seemed to imbue everything with an inner glow. When I looked down at my feet, my sneakers were every bit as glorious as Dorothy’s ruby slippers in The Wizard of Oz --- and, after all my recent traveling, I already knew the secret...”There’s no place like home.”
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| Dawn's Kicks |
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