Morning Humility

I woke up a few days ago with remembered images of people jumping out of towers.

From under the warmth of our comforter with the dim light of morning coming in thru the blinds, I remembered the fire and the mayhem and those people jumping. I thought of the agony of such a decision, with searing heat behind and a fall to the death ahead. And I thought of homeless families on flattened beaches. And I thought of hungry children. And I thought of war-ravaged lands.

And I was humbled by the good fortune I have had.

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Above it all

Across the street, out this window, the flood light on the neighbor's house shines, reflecting off the window of his pickup truck. Next door, the cold glow of a farmyard light in suburbia shines dimly in the cold night air. Overhead, the pink-orange glow of the streetlight shines tonite as every night whether we're home to turn on the lights or not.

And above it all, the full moon rides across the sky.

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