Second Thoughts

 

It would seem that any psychological evaluation of potential astronauts would highlight the likelihood of them having second thoughts. 

Not that I intend to write about or explore such human intricacies.  Yawn.

I believe my time is better spent wandering beneath the warmth of this desk lamp.  When there is a winter bite in the air, any warmth is welcomed.  Even the distance from this keyboard to the lightbulb - a tiny bit of heat reaches my cold fingers, and in so doing, grabs my attention.

Now I’m wondering if in some past life I may have been a moth, fluttering around and living by some porch light.  How wonderful would it be to have the sun so close to your existence?  You’d be the one controlling the distance.  Too warm?  Back up.  Too cold, move a little closer. 

Okay, I just wandered out to have a closer look at the porch light, that I might improve what I write about with such an experience.  What I saw was a well-built and quite elaborate spider web.  I believe I’m having second thoughts about the joys of being a moth.