A Letter From Self

Here it is, a new world now. Or I can say here it again because the word is ne every day.It is morning and the sun was kind enough to shake off yesterday’s clouds. I think that’s a good thing. I think it’s good to shake off the old business that was left behind.I am unsure about the upcoming weather. I don’t know if the weatherman is right or wrong or if the sun will be around enough to enjoy the weekend. I might take a ride out to Shinnecock canal and fish for flounder.Just for the nostalgia.Just to feel an old feeling.At the same time, nothing looks like it used to so, I don’t want to get my hopes up and plan for a feeling that doesn’t come my way. I know that years have gone by. I know that Father Time sneaks up on us. I know that age jumped in and somehow, my body does what it does.I know what my body doesn’t do as well And so— I was thinking about all the times when I was young and someone told me, “You’ll understand when you get older.”And it’s not that this isn’t true.It is.I…