Memories Out of Season



Bone tired and world weary, I left work,
frustrated by Congress and politics and pettiness and ego
(or am I  being redundant?), driving home 
in a daze of dejection and despair.

Coming up my hill in the failing light, I reached the top and the world—
my world—was a panorama of clouds and setting sun, of vistas and vision. 

And I thought, “Thanks, I needed that.”



[First posted: October 5, 2013]

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