Warm, Joe slept. Conscience didn't. It was just the second day of school after Christmas break. I should have been up.
I paid for the time with dull worries. Antifreeze leak, gas bill. Couldn't manage a doze.
As I stared at the trees a shooting star cut less than a second's fire in the blue-black spaces between snowy limbs. Worries burned up in the atmosphere. If I'd been up at the crack of whenever, I'd have missed the meteor. Conscience conceded the point. I made coffee in peace.
-- Frank Gerjevic
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