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PERFECT MORNING OFFICE SOLITUDE
Wednesday, April 13, 2022   
 
Early morning darkness, peace, in my corner of this world – a recent perfect start; left home earlier than usual, arriving very early, so nice driving before sunrise glare …
 
My empty building solitude disturbed only by HVAC fans, intermittent gasps – slurping steamy coffee the only sound; I relished nobody coming in to disturb my early morning concentration.
 
Heavy trucks not yet up to speed lumbered by parallel to our building – their red running lights seen from my window seemed surreal like dots on a cheesy velvet painting; those little red lights in the darkness before pre-dawn gave way to a mostly empty sky, the horizon a mix of pink and gray haze – I had  some Sate  playing.
 
Just me, my coffee, my Sate, my morning ritual reading, affirmations, morning papers and the inevitable to-do list, the calendar – like I said, all alone. Solitary, but not entirely still. I try that now and then, first thing in the morning – to be still, to be quiet of mind and body simultaneously, but my mind doesn’t want to be still.
 
I paused, then some work for a few minutes, then resuming my silent sitting where I left off – by then, 7:45, the fan stopped, just me, an empty building and mesmerizing Sate, reading newspapers and working into the pile of files on my desk. Most of my ‘to-do’ files and lists get their daily look-at, a few quick emails to someone to move something forward toward the goal line or the trash bin; some days, it is too hard to tell which acorn of connection will grow, or which brief glimmer will fade to black.
 
 
 
Reader feedback:
 
LUCKY US
‘Life can change on a dime’, a saying from the past (I wonder who ‘coined’ that?)  Regardless very life changing for that grieving family. My Sympathy goes out to you and yours!, SF, Lethbridge, AB
 
I once heard George Burns quoted as saying that he saw more, accomplished more and made more money after he turned 75 than in all his years previous to that.  Ironically his late fame all began with the song “I Wish I Was Eighteen Again.”, GB, Calgary, AB


 


 
 

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