When Good Morning Means Good Night

Sunday, June 8, 2025

Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.

How goes it? O/

I see it now.

These morning posts feel like a profound wall-of-text text message from a friend.

It's not presumptuous of me to call you a friend; we've been at it so long.

What's up, friend? O/

"The sunrise, Wynn. That's why we're here."
-Friend with a Knack for the Obvious Who Likes Puns

Well... glad you noticed, too.

Here we go.

On with our show...

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An owl! Over an hour and a half past sunrise.

And the whoo-whoo goes quiet....

Saying good morning for an owl means saying good night.

How's your work? How's your job?

Busy here. Though, that's the norm.

Work isn't busy work when you enjoy it.

It's a joy, a life well-lived.

"He works all those hours. Spends all his time writing. Someone ought to help him get a life. Relax a little."
- Concerned Compassionate Reader

Like anyone who loves their work, this is living for me. This is relaxing.

There is a loneliness at times.

But there's the work.

And the work is a great friend.

I hope you have something that brings you peace and satisfaction the way writing does for me.

It's a good life spent doing what we love.

The best life.

The only one truly worth living, I think.

A few good friendships, a devoted lover for a best friend, and love of work, is a good recipe for a good life.

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The words are choppy; the dreams are vast.

This morning wants definition for so much.

A Transition Day, for sure.

Thoughts revolve around friendship.

Written words only do so much.

Time for something more.

Take care, say hello to a true friend, and make wonderful your wonderful day.