Comforts We Have

Like the old masters I sit here by candle light composing what I feel. No power for light, just a lonely candle casting long shadows in the early morning as my pen touches paper and dark and dreary clouds cover up a blue sky. I have written like this many times before when the lights have gone dim. Today is no exception with all our modern stuff. At times we have to rely on what our ancestors did and return to the harsh life they used to have. Coming back is a reality check on how an easy life we have and we should respect all the things we have and the comforts we enjoy. 10 August 2014