Dear Bob Dylan

Dear Bob Dylan,

April 10, 2007 · Leave a Comment

This morning the sun rose at 6:02. We have a lot of sun here and it seems to last most of the day well into evening. We open our eyes to a morning glistening with purpose. It is by our willingness and attention that we get on with it.

I walk into mine, for the most part, happy-minded and content.

Then I have a million things to do. Get the children off to school, drive to work, spend my scheduled time there doing the things I am scheduled to do. Drive to the grocery store, if I’m out of ideas for dinner. To the bank, if I have anything financial to tackle. Generally, I will have received a message from one or both of my children regarding something they need and so I will drive to those places too, the places that carry the things they need.

My future, my real life, is being drenched by this god awful sun.

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