Good morning.
4:23 am. Day 780 at Cove Island Park. 780 consecutive (mostly) days on my morning walk. Like in a row.
Beautiful morning. 60° F. Soft, gentle breeze.
I walk.
Images in front of me at the Park are repeats. I’m tired. This view is tired. All of it, uninspiring.
And that’s all that this Mind needs, just a sliver of darkness, and it’s match-to-gasoline. Supreme Court strikes down New York Gun law, expanding concealed carry rights. Jan. 6 panel. Flood of pardon requests. Ukraine. Uvalde. Putin. Afghanistan earthquake kills 1000. New Mexico wildfire. Abortion rights. Gas Prices. Climate Change.
And then, a hardening, the shoulders tensing up, the thighs tight and stiffening, anger rolls up the torso like an incoming storm. Come DK. Snap out of it.
I walk.
I’m on the shoreline. And there they are. He’s embracing her. They sit quietly and stare out over Long Island Sound.
This image prompts a softening.
Where I see Repeats, they see beauty. The world awakening.
The image gives me hope.
They give me hope.
We need hope.
Photos from this morning walk here.