And today is dawning, the same day that dawned in my world when it began over a half century ago. And I watch the sun squint at me as it raises its sleepy head.

And I refuse to be rushed on this day, to hurry away from its realness.

I refuse to skip over the beauty and life this day has offered me so many years.

I think about what has been lost and re-found,

those things, those places, those people.

I consider what I find still, each new morning brings a gift.

I think about what the world is telling me to be in it.

I think about how so many years I spent running over it,

through it, around it.

And I watch the sun wink at me as it opens the new day with its light.

And I know the realness of this life.

And I am thankful for another year of having lived it.

and, the coffee is house blend today