Mornings

It’s a still morning. I didn’t want to awake, but the dogs must be let out or there will be a price to pay. It’s gray here in the living room with its northerly windows that let in only ambient light. And other than the dogs, who’ve returned from their morning ablutions in the backyard to curl up for their morning naps, I am the only one awake.

Two days ago, I got my first dose of the COVID vaccine. We made a day of it, my wife, my sons, and I. I have told several people, I cannot remember ever being so excited to get a vaccination before. But I was, I am. I am so grateful to live in a time when we understand immunology and microbiology well enough to produce vaccines. Can you imagine what a plague COVID would have been even two centuries ago?

I don’t have much to say this morning, really. I just thought it had been a few weeks and I awoke not really looking forward to the day, so some quiet reflection might do me good. And it has.

It’s good to think of the good things, even the small ones, on morning like this. Yes, things are a bit of a chaotic mess at work right now. Yes, there is bad news out there. But, I got my shot. And the morning sun has arisen far enough over the horizon that its golden beams can reach out to the red blossoms and green buds of the trees behind our house, blending into a growing white light that fills the living room.

Mornings