For Early Risers Who Wish That It Could Be Morning All Day
All the good stuff in life.
In the summer I rise at 4am. This is where I begin.
A pastel morning sky to celebrate a new day. Crayons to inspire creativity. My grandfather’s Santa Maria lamp to illuminate thinking big and adventurous. His nautical cigar ashtray to remind me to be ready to tack into the wind. And an unseen cup of coffee to fuel the neurons.
A cold front roared through last evening leaving a chilly Northwesty-looking morning in its wake. A glimpse of fall in August.
My online streaming video lessons are beginning to takeoff via Skillshare, Udemy, and Teachable — ushering in the end of the DVD/Blu-ray era (and before that, the clunky VHS tape era). My goal of kicking back on a sailboat in the Caribbean, sipping Margaritas and diving for lobsters, while leisurely selling “art bits” (art in cyberspace) may soon be realized.
A guy can dream can’t he?
Good things await on the end of the road to Mary Ronan.
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