Pause to Reflect

It's 5:16 the morning after Memorial Day. The house is full but quiet. Much as I've had to adjust to kids running, using my computer or watching DVDs, I've also relished the chance to be with family. Sure, the young'uns aren't into detective fiction or poetry. Maybe they wonder why "Uncle George" doesn't go to an office or go out more often, but maybe they'll get it someday. Meanwhile I'm reminded not everyone can see the work behind art, but the rewards to my soul make other pursuits pale in comparison.