Steam rises from the cup, morning breaks. Once again I am contemplating. The dawn and I were a bit surprised, it is a little different this time. As I am not so much lost in thought of what might have been. Which has occupied more than it’s share of space in my head. I am pondering more of what actually has been instead. Now, that’s not to say the pessimist isn’t there. He is always looking around cataloging the emptiness and loss everywhere. Taking some inventory, seeing more clearly what is and not so much what you had. Weighing all of the pros and cons, it’s not exactly as you pictured it, well not at all, but it is not bad. The sun is peeking through and that is a good thing this morn.