When Days and Tempers are Short
…it’s good to think on something perty. They sky is a good place to start.
A poet friend in New York years ago would end our partings (pretty much always at the bar) with, “I’m going home now, to think pleasant thoughts.” Some of us adopted his way of ending each day (not at the bar — I mean with pleasant thoughts).
When it fails, it fails miserably, but most the time it works. Get all cozy in bed with your book. With or without another creature, it’s nice in there. Think pleasant thoughts and just…drift off. The good news is: when the days are short, the nights are long.
Posted on January 9, 2013, in personal, Uncategorized and tagged pleasant thoughts, short days, wintry sky. Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.
Excellent picture – very pretty!!