Not least, an odd fella.

Always. I try to treat each day as special. As if it were a holiday. I don’t always succeed. But most times I do. Because I like the thought. Of being alive and conscious.  Makes me and everything feel special.  I take time. To reflect. On the significance of it all. Mostly, that I am in love. With life. In so very many ways. And that I have this precious day. To seize the opportunity to savor life. By counting my blessings. Such as, the successful pursuit of happiness. Yes, I acknowledge the travails. Of an imperfect world. But still, that doesn’t stop me. From being a lover and a dreamer. And not least, an odd fella.  --Jim Broede