Day 235: Living the Cliche
Some days, the sunshine feels like it comes right out of our hearts. Today is one of those days. From where I sit, a fire blazes in a stone hearth and classical music is my soundtrack. I see seagulls flapping in the morning sun, a small gaggle of Canada geese, and the seacoast sunrise over a nearby slope. Now, don't be jealous. The seagulls are flapping over a dumpster, the hill rises from filthy black snow at the edge of a parking lot, and the sunrise is illuminating the top floor of the federal high security prison. I'm so lucky to live in a gorgeous seaside town. With our own Panera, no less!
Sometimes we must suffer the bland and the generic in order to find our own. Sometimes a change is as good as a rest.
Then, just like in a movie, the phone rings. A grumpy voice reminds you that you were supposed to be somewhere else at 7 am today, and suddenly, the sun fades and the federal prison emerges in stark relief.
Even the fanciest new contraption (Jesus Mary and Joseph, I do regret getting a Droid) cannot solve this problem. Sigh.
The more things change, the more they stay the same.
Sometimes we must suffer the bland and the generic in order to find our own. Sometimes a change is as good as a rest.
Then, just like in a movie, the phone rings. A grumpy voice reminds you that you were supposed to be somewhere else at 7 am today, and suddenly, the sun fades and the federal prison emerges in stark relief.
Even the fanciest new contraption (Jesus Mary and Joseph, I do regret getting a Droid) cannot solve this problem. Sigh.
The more things change, the more they stay the same.
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