A new day begins.
The sky is clear and the breeze is gentle. The birds are singing.
The sky is clear and the breeze is gentle. The birds are singing.
Today Time lies ahead unstructured, unplanned, without a schedule.
How, at the end of this dollop of artifical structure of time called Day, will it be described?
Will it be noted in my memory because of some happening to myself or to another?
Will it be a date the the World will find remarkable so much so that it will be memorized for exams by students a hundred years from now because of an event that will effect is all?
Or will this day simply melt into a summer hazy blur mixed with vague memories of weather and mundane happenings of everyday life such as routine work, meal planning, and household chores?
Will it be noted in my memory because of some happening to myself or to another?
Will it be a date the the World will find remarkable so much so that it will be memorized for exams by students a hundred years from now because of an event that will effect is all?
Or will this day simply melt into a summer hazy blur mixed with vague memories of weather and mundane happenings of everyday life such as routine work, meal planning, and household chores?
No amount of surmising, analyzing, or predicting will reveal what tonight's thoughts of this Day will be.
It is kind of exciting to think about isn't it?
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