I had a ramble I was going to write just now about the motives for honoring parents - to coerce God to give you a long life, or out of genuine, selfless love and compassion. You can probably guess which side I come down on.
But the sky has an interesting look about it, and a bird just flew by the window.
The scent of my garden flowers wafts through my window.
The air is cool.
The table on the patio is clean and its companion chair looks soft and inviting.
My book about Superstition Mountain and its legends vibrates on my nightstand, beckoning.
The tea kettle is about to whistle.
The house is quiet, everyone's asleep except for Joe who's silently getting ready for work.
This post has been postponed.
Something good this way comes.