soaring

last night at my last night for a while with my son and son-in-law. the not quite full moon shining softly and luminous, the lights of fenway bright, bright. i woke up this morn, a brand new day. within the hour i am off. given a new beginning. the sun is blinding. soft blues with gray shading in sky. a wide embrace. a good day for flying. good hot freshly brewed coffee with Benson and Dan, good to be awake. i do not want to be miss this day. soaring.