Only so many hours…

It was clear when I woke.

I kept thinking I would get outside.  Ride my bike.  Feel the sun on my face.

But I had to do this, that and the other.  Then it was time to go here and there.  Left only moments to start the thing which still isn’t finished.

Clouds rolled in.

Now the storms match my mood.

But everything we do is a choice.  On the next nice day, I need to choose differently.

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