Awoke bone-stiff – old age perhaps – and there’s nothing I can do beyond remain mentally and emotionally young. The morning’s air is chilled, and I inhale it slowly, recalling the day’s chores ahead of me.
The stars are unbelievable, glittering across a blackened sky. It was supposed to rain today, turning to snow – but now – not a cloud in sight.
I feel insignificant in this universe and yet I’m fully cognizant of it.
And as morning starts to fade in, I’m glad my sore bones got me up in time to watch the sun rise. Thank you for Your tender mercies.
The Old Blog in the Desert 
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