On a Sunday morning, early, solitude, coffee, others still asleep above you, thinking about the day ahead and you’ve got things to do but nothing absolutely demanding your attention, you turn and look out the window and get this, pay attention to this.
I look back down the arc and get snared in how I chose to spend my time, where I put my energy, to what did I devote my minutes, hours, days, years, was it worthy or a waste because I’m not where I hoped or expected to be, but in that moment of doubt which can occur anywhere at any time, I see my books on someone’s shelves and I am saved.
