Re-entry at last
I got up at 5 this morning and by almost 6:00 was out the door to walk the dogs and it was pitch black outside. As I came to the Magnolia Bridge the Cabrini bells began to clang their six o’clock calling – I thought of the Muslim call to prayer – and felt that in my own little world these bells were our call to remember – the soul. Summer is ending, I feel it in the change of the weather, in the change of light, and in knowing that Tuesday after Labor Day, work will be a freight train towards the end of the year. I have miles to go before I rest, but I am ready.