Meandering Morning

My favorite clerk was in fine form this morning. Eagerly, he rang up each customer. The beep of the cash register could be heard with every transaction. People paraded into line to buy coffee, gas, candy, and cigarettes. I was in awe at how masterfully he handled the masses. It is a thankless job he handles so well. I was envious.

"Quiet night," he told me. "Not one peep out of the usual rabble rousers."

"That's a good thing, right?" I asked.

"It makes for a slow night. 3 'o' clock passed and I thought morning would never get here."

I stood drinking my decaf so glad to be out of the house. It was another very cold morning and the warmth of the convenience store was inviting. I also got an application for employment even though they are not hiring. It couldn't hurt to try. At least it will be on file.

I left the convenience store and walked to the park. The great orb of the sun was just hanging over the cotton mill. Its light blinding me as I sat beneath the boughs of those great oaks. It was going to be a fine day. One to relish.

I feel so well this morning. I haven't felt this well in months. There is much going on behind the scenes of this blog that I am shy about writing. Maybe I can get up the courage to reveal what's going on. I don't want to whine and portray too much drama though. I worry about burdening you all with my problems. Maybe its best to just write of pleasant morning walks and conversations with friends. Yes, that would be best.