Circular Thought

It’s a new month and as I place a new candle into the holder. I notice the sharp edges of the sunrise easing a bit. We all know a new season is on its way. But here in the Deep South the seasons don’t transition as smoothly as most. One morning the lows can be in the upper 50’s while by afternoon they can shoot straight back into the 90’s. I’m close enough to the coast that the patterns of the ocean can still affect how it feels. Rather I want to stay confined to the apartment with my AC. Or finally feel adventurous enough to venture back to the park.

Either way I’m still writing putting my passion for the written word down. While I long given up on trying to please anyone with what I have to say. It is still kinda fun to impress the few with the words I suggest. So today will be no different. There is a bit of a chill in the air at least here in the apartment. My bride is in her morning chair bundled up with her “Granny Blanket” the grandkids gave her for her birthday. Playing her puzzle games and watching morning TV. While our son watches whatever football games he may have missed over this long holiday weekend.

I for once am enjoying the unusual quiet, without the loud noise of a morning talk show or the sound of my son cheering a play. In fact it’s almost too quiet. After decades of noise flowing into and out of my ears, it’s hard for me to think in total peace. But just now the volume of the TV went up and the whirl of the washing machine can now be heard. Offering me something to ignore so I can go about filling my morning with mindless chatter. Ain’t it funny how the mind works? How the fear of peace and quiet scares us into facing our greatest troubles. And yet we’d rather create a distraction then face what we fear most. Which is getting things done.