Today

 I awoke this morning thinking about what I wanted to write on this blog for today. My mind was awash with so many ideas, jumping from one topic to another like the rhythmic ocean waves pounding on rocky shorelines. The fire of coved-19; the reasons I write; the idiocy and genius of Trump; the value of libraries. The list could go on. Then I stepped outside with my coffee in hand. I watched the dawn break with its colors of orange, purples in pink painting the eastern sky with hope of a new day, driving the darkness of night receding to its western quarter. I'm still unsure what to write. Maybe it will come to me later but for now I think I will just watch and revel in the sun's warmth.