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Tuesday, December 3, 2019

A Different Day

A week ago today I awoke in a tiny house in the Blue Ridge Mountains. On my to-do list: write, read, and savor the landscape. Not bad as to-do lists go.

Today's list is looking a lot more businesslike: Editing articles, writing headlines, having meetings. It's still not bad as to-do lists go, but it's significantly less creative than last week's occupations.

But how much depends on what we make of it? I write from my fifth-floor window seat (loosely construed, this term "window seat" — all it means is that my chair is pulled up close to the window) and the sun glints off the curved corner of the building next door. Leaves fly in the brisk wind, and they are gleaming too, as another day, a different day, begins.