One of the benefits of recently moving (if there are any benefits of moving ... where did all this 'stuff' come from?) is that, for the first time in our 30 years of marriage, I have a real, functional office. With bookcases, for all my collected rare (or just old) books. And a private place to write.
Another benefit of this office is that it has windows that overlook the Hudson River. Very rare ... and very peaceful. A true blessing.
I was sitting here yesterday evening, working on my next book - Scorpion Pass - as the sun was setting over the Jersey Palisades. One of those dramatic moments when a reality of life strikes.
Sunsets don't last very long.
There are many changes, rapid changes, in the evolution of a sunset. From early hues to hot orange to fading pink and then, ultimately, grey clouds and darkness.
Life is like that, isn't it. It doesn't last very long.
Childhood doesn't last very long. High School seems like an eternity when you're going through it but, really, that doesn't last long either. College goes by in a blur (probably too many evenings at the Rathskeller); "the best years of your life" are generally missed in a rush to establish a career ... and then you're old.
Early hues to hot orange to fading pink then, ultimately, grey hair and darkness.
I tend to miss too much of life. Spend too much time lamenting the past or looking to the future.
That's too bad. Because sunsets don't last very long. Yesterday, I caught some of it. But I was too busy to sit and watch the whole thing. Too often, that's the story of my life.
Don't miss Christmas. Make it the best one ever. And say Happy Birthday to Jesus.