A dilly of a day

After a very long absence the sun finally shone today. It was quite cool, and a bit of a breeze blew out of the northwest, but blue skies prevailed. I was on my way home, and with the sun behind me, this shadow was revealed in stark contrast to the freshly painted surface. The morning and early afternoon were tiring and by the time I made my way home I was, in words from the local lexicon, played out. I wish I didn’t take it all so seriously. Earlier in the week a colleague had forwarded some lyrics from My Back Pages (Dylan, 1964). Now that I read them again they seem to speak to the day and to my need to work a little less at caring so much. I need to learn not to sweat the small stuff … to grow up and develop a younger attitude.

My guard stood hard when abstract threats
Too noble to neglect
Deceived me into thinking
I had something to protect
Good and bad, I define these terms
Quite clear, no doubt, somehow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I’m younger than that now

I was anxious to get home but as I passed, the shadow called out. I carry a point-and-shoot with me in the glove box of the truck. I used it to capture the moment. I’m glad I did.


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