More than I like the daybreak, I like the pre-dawn feathery glow that follows cloudless nights because that light bathes my path before sunrise. More than the pre-dawn, I like the blackness of everything: the vast empty inky blackness of the middle of the night. More than the dark, I like when the full moon pierces that dark void wholly and entirely that you can’t see stars – just that fully-lit moon, and black.
When I was young, I never had this thought, this notion of not waking up one morning. Every morning, when I wake up, I don’t think so much that it is a miracle of life, but realizing it is a finite number, and each day I have one less waking-up left on my tally …
I can think of no better motivation to leap out of bed, make that bed ready for the next sleep – and then plunge into my day with a little more zeal and a sense of urgency*. It is so easy to delay anything because the information is incomplete. Still, any other delay is either a stall tactic or recognizing it isn’t meaningful enough – that it doesn’t matter enough in my grand scheme of things.
More than I like sleeping, I like waking. More than I like waking, I like knowing I will sleep again and wake again – this precious gift I’ve taken for granted all my life without the slightest fear I would lose it, and now more than ever, I am what I’ve always been, an actuarial statistic.
I too am wary and weary. We were probably never not lied to by politicians, at least some of the time. I don’t know if there is any news reporting left that isn’t at least some opinion. After I asked one of my trusted health sites if there was any way for me, as an average citizen, to check if some claim was a medical fact, they were good enough to tell me probably not. So, in my opinion, trust no political party or politician and wear a mask. LH, Lethbridge, AB