June 6: Thoughts for the Day

As I stare at the hologram in front of me, I wonder how his jowls got so unruly, how his neck grew so wide, how his eyes became so shallow.  It’s not a hologram; it’s almost a mirror, created by the glass, the pre-dawn sky, and the reflection of the light from this tiny little screen.  It’s the mirror that convinced me, albeit  later than it should have done, that I need to work on the superstructure that supports my soul.  And off we go.