a true leap of faith
into unknown what may be
see you in four years
Four years ago today I wrote this haiku:
Reading Anxiety
excessive interest
Bound box of Moonlight
And I wrote an essay about the worries I created for myself by my need to always have something to read and always seeming to worry that there was some new fact I might be missing by not reading.
I find it interesting that I use the phrase, ‘Bound Box of Moonlight” but I don’t credit the source of the thought.
My wife and I had just watched the odd movie Box of Moonlight where the hero or anti-hero if you will, brings home a bound box of moonlight.
Not sure what I was thinking that morning back four years ago.
It was a Saturday and I would have just finished a week of commuting back and forth into the city of Atlanta.
An election was coming up in 9 months.
We were looking at the 1st Spring of Covid but the March 13 lockdowns were unimaginable.
The affects of Covid overall could not have been taken seriously.
My daughter was expecting a baby at any moment.
But what was I thinking?
I can tell what I wasn’t thinking.
I wasn’t thinking that in October my job would be made redundant.
I wasn’t thinking that I would be living in South Carolina.
I would never have ever ever thought that on a regular basis I would be walking on the beach along the Atlantic Ocean.
And once again, a daughter is expecting a baby at any moment.
Here is the point.
This day, leap day, won’t come again for another 4 years.
What will change in those 4 years.
What will I be thinking in 4 years from today.
I might be retired and not going into work every day.
I might be a lot of things.
But this I do know.
There will be 1,461 days until February 29, 2028.
The sun will rise, Lord willing of course, 1,461 times and set 1,460 times.
Here on the island, the tide will come in 2,932 times and sweep everything away and go out 2,931 times, leaving a clean tides wept beachscape behind.
See you in four years.
As Bette Davis said in All About Eve, “fasten your seat belts, it’s going to be a bumpy night.”
PS: Those stories about the millennial who showed up for meeting at 10:25 because they were told the meeting was a quarter past 10 must be true. I explained leap year to a coworker who fits that demographic. She asked what happened to the extra day everyone was talking about and when I said there wasn’t a February 29th last year or next year, she didn’t believe me and had to look it up but then looked very satisfied that she now knew what leap year and leap day meant.
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