It’s Saturday morning, grey and overcast. No sun yet. It evokes in me feelings from the song, Sunday Morning Coming Down – nostalgia and hung over, feelings of a misspent youth, and memories of early university days.
Yes, those days were somewhat misspent but not wasted. No, I never finished and got a degree. But it was an education all the same. And it was fun in a painful sort of way. I got to explore the world, getting lost and found and lost again but not forever. I got to taste the bitter along with the sweet. I discovered I had appeal but never believed it.
I was a fool and a saint. I was an innocent and innocent of the fact. Someone up there looked after me! And I came out alright.
It is Saturday morning and it is snowing tiny snow flakes. Enough of nostalgia and wallowing in memories. On with the day. Forward, march!