I could watch the setting sun till the day was done. But would I watch the rising moon or find my exit too soon.
Could I let the passing hours into my heart or let it sour. Like an aging wine until inside I rewind.
I’d rest my right hand upon my heart and feel a tremble start to start. Finding a way into my soul past the anger and inner toll.
Can you see the rising light past the name it seems to fight. Moon or sun it comes around, a new day to be found.
-OM
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Makes me think wanting to go out in the midst of COVID-19.
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Going stir crazy like me?
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Not exactly. I still go out and walk a track near my home. But you never know what risk you’re really taking by stepping out there eh? Ah well.
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Gonna be our new normal man.
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Nice. Nice. Nice. It reminded me of how much I missed the setting sun when I lived in the south. Where we were, there were so many trees and hills with trees, you never got to see a horizon or a sunset. That’s one of the things I frequently photographed when I first moved back to California. The only thing we can’t match here is the greatest, largest “harvest moon” . No moon has ever been so big as the one I saw in the south. It took up my entire line of sight as it was suspended over our little valley.
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I love the moon views I get here in Arizona!
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‘ or find my exit too soon.’
It makes my heart leap a little with angst , but I still love how bold you are with your words.
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It’s a forever struggle. 🙂
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Keep fighting
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Yeah.
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🙂
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I liked the nightshift, quiet solitude, and a serene walk home as the moon set and the sun rose.
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I do as well bud.
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It took me an hour to walk home. The streets were absent of traffic, and the mass transit (busses and street cars) hadn’t started their daily rounds.
Of course, I worked in a hospital at the time, computer operator. One of my jobs was to print off the surgery scheduled for the next day and deliver them to the nurses’ stations. Ah, they cute, young nurses…made the shift fly by. They were bored, so I was a break in the monotony, spend a few minutes talking to them to pass both our shifts.
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Oh I’m sure those were good minutes for you lol.
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They were indeed. There was a School of Nursing down the street, and their hospital couldn’t accommodate all of the shifts they needed so some of them had to come to our hospital. Plus, we were the only hospital in the area with a psych wing, so they had to come to us for their training. So, some of the nurses were the same age as I was…married one of them. 😁😈
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I knew you were from the psych ward… 🤔😂
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But I feel MUCH better now!
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Oh sure sure.
Guards!!! 😂😂😀
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I wasn’t sure if the reference was too old for you to pick up on.
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Hey I’m an old man. We went over this lol.
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