It seems like things are always waiting for tomorrow. I mean to call a friend, but the day flies by. I tell myself I'll call tomorrow. Days pass, weeks, even months. There are never enough hours in the day.
Today, I take a stand. I am not thinking about tomorrow. I drive over 200 miles to see a friend I haven't seen in almost 30 years. We had talked about getting together a few times over the years, but it never happened. This is not a great day to go. There are all sorts of reasons why I should wait for a better day. But I don't wait. I get in my car and head west. It's a beautiful fall day, warm and sunny, and the splendid colors along the tree-line roads are breathtaking.
Our visit is easy and fun, with the comfort of friends who had seen each other just the other day. I feel happy and relaxed. I'm not thinking about all the things I need to do tomorrow.
As I head east towards home, a nearly full moon shines ahead of me, while I watch the vibrant sunset in my rear view mirror. This was the day. Today was the day.
