A Pretty Damn Good Day

“…all things considered, the morning is still, let’s face it, pretty damn good.” - Adri

It’s funny, but this morning, I was thinking the exact same thing, but for different reasons.

I was out of the house with the dogs at 5:30 this morning. It was a crisp 20 degrees, the morning sky was cloudless and the heavenly firmament blazed above me in all of its’ beauty. The waning moon was low on the horizon to the east, and it was slowly being washed away by the glow from raising sun.

At the juncture of two roads, where there weren’t any lights from lamp posts, houses, or speeding cars, I paused for a moment and stared up at the sky. The stars were so clear, so sharp, it’s hard to describe. Constellations were arrayed above me, majestic structures that have watched over us, and been watched by us, for thousands and thousands of years.

My moment of bliss was slowly interrupted by the dogs, who had grown tired of sniffing their butts and wanted to move on. The day was dawning and I knew that the responsibilities of my life calling from a long, long way away.

But, for one brief moment, it was a pretty damn good day.