good morning

And so yesterday morning I was all lost in the summer heat – dizzy dancing morning – and I left early to catch a walk before 90 degrees. On the back of the one-mile each way out-and back I had this droozy fantasy that some morning – I was thinking this coming Wednesday – every single person on our planet would wake and find themselves capable of speaking only two words for something like a week. The two words? “Good morning.”

It’s funny because the next couple and a solo act and another couple all passed the other way, and they made eye contact, and someone or the other said, “Good morning.”

What a wonderful world it would be/is. A while later I picked my phone from my pocket, dialed up YouTube the way I do on the mountain bench, and played “Good Morning, Good Morning” by The Beatles. That song having come up as a suggestion from me to Jorge on the Y’s front desk Saturday morning when he was wondering about songs to load into his player for the long ride out to Fresno to visit family directly after work.

Then there it was again. Turns out, “I’ve got nothing to say but it’s okay.”