Greetings, Friends:
Wishing you well today. Below is a story that came to mind as I lay awake, contemplating the new day. It is just a story and is not a reflection of my state of mind and heart. This is the happiest time of my life!
Love,
CoCo
I was expecting you, but not so early of a morn . . .
When you walked up to my neighbor Fred's door last week, I was out getting the newspaper -- tossed in the bushes, as usual, by that careless paperboy. I settled into my tattered and surprisingly comfy wingback to peruse the local and national goings-on about our town and country. I heard a knock moments after sitting down and wondered who might be out and about at dawn and darkening my otherwise gradually lightening porch.
It was you, unannounced but not totally without some earlier premonition on my part. I'd been out of sorts lately -- sometimes you can't put your finger on it, but something's definitely amiss -- and felt a niggling prod that it was about time to move on. But where? A fellow gets locked into a way of life, such as it is, and resigns himself to 'it is what it is.' Not griping, just saying it like it is. Well, Fred appeared relieved to see you, though I heard a lot of wailing going on inside his house. I'm alone. No one's the wiser whether I'm here or there.
Funny, you're smiling at me. That's not what I would have imagined. No black suit of clothes. You say nothing, yet your gentle eyes tell me that everything's going to be all right. I look back at the old wingback and see myself asleep, a smile on my worn and lined mug. As I turn around and face you straight on, you reach down and take my hand and lead me away from the old and familiar.
The sun is rising on a new and promising day. . . .