Morning Induced Thoughts

My screen was blank just a few keystrokes ago and now there are characters on it. Each movement of my fingers plugs the cursor across and down the page. What stared out as a field of white is now becoming a field of write.

I can write about anything, and sometimes that’s a daunting task. What is the subject, what is worth messing up a perfectly good clear screen, what is worth writing about and believing someone will read about or care about? What do I care about? It’s a sobering thought.

As I sat at the bus stop this morning looking at the beautiful sunrise and listening to the early morning sounds and smelling the scent of the new day on the incoming breeze. My thoughts were about what this day was to bring.

The weatherman last night said that it would be 92 degrees today and 58 tomorrow. Apparently there is cool weather coming that no one can see as of yet with the naked eye, but it must be just past the horizon. How many people, I wonder, will be surprised tomorrow morning when they walk out their door and feel we have stepped back into March?

I thought about last night’s game, of the player who struck out with bases loaded in the ninth and missed the chance to win the game, but got the redemption at bat when he hit the game winning walk-off home run in the 11^th? I thought, “How many times do people get that second chance?” How many times do I get that second chance? Enough I suppose.

I watched the cars go by and counted the number of cars that had only one passenger. What a waste. I have been guilty of such a crime myself many times, but once one gets on the bus and feels a part of the solution, it’s easy to understand that convenience has a price and hard not to get self-righteous about it. I look at the prices posted at the gas stations and wonder how much of each dollar is ultimately used to kill my ideas, my way of life, my dreams, my neighbor, my friends or maybe one day, my sons and daughter.

How many people heard the State of the Union address and heard the President call for the nation to reduce their oil consumption by 20%? How many thought that meant them? How many remembered it the next day? How many people did something about it? I wonder if the President has done anything about it since that day. If he has, I haven’t heard about it. In fact, I have heard the contrary, that he hasn’t said a word about his call to action; not even a suggestion of how he thinks someone else should do it.

Our county is too big to not have someone smart enough to figure out something better than burning old dinosaurs for fuel. Something that doesn’t make the cost of corn go through the roof, or some other industry to learn how to gut the public of its money. We think of ourselves as so technologically advanced, but take away our oil and our electricity and we are just as idiotic as anybody else. In fact, we wouldn’t have a clue on how to survive, third world country people would…and do.

Ultimately the new day is beautiful and I am thankful that I am free enough, alive enough, and enabled enough to be able to think my thoughts, express my thoughts and share my thoughts. My once blank screen is now full and it is time to go and earn more gas money.