Be Careful With The Reflection In The Mirror

The frost took over the front lawn this morning. The lawn belongs to a small home where I currently rent and reside in a small or tiny upstairs apartment. I do not mind the crispness in the air or the frost on the ground or the time of year.I do not mind the cooler breeze across my face in the morning.Not at all.I do not mind this and nor can I object to the later sunrise or how the sky looks in the later months of autumn. I am fine with the leaves changing and fine with the different perspectives of November.Such is life in the suburbs of New York.Such are the times in my mid-fifties.Such are the times of me, an older man with a graying beard and aging hands. I do not look back with anger as much as I used to. No.I do not see any purpose in fighting or feeling hate or wasting my time with contempt in my heart or in my voice.My younger man’s perspective of revenge or the need to be right has changed. I am not interested in being a victim either. However, like an old working man told…

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