1 am: Sitting Half-In A Window Sill

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Here is a short piece I remember writing.  It was a cool, clear night in Oklahoma and I couldn't sleep.  I was upstairs in an old, black-and-white two-story house; I opened the window, removed the screen, and sat on the window sill, leaning against the frame.  My CD player (remember those) was playing Vivaldi.  I sat, looking at the night sky and thinking about my life.  I remember thinking about how small I felt, about the mistakes I'd made, and still not feeling overwhelmed or insignificant, just resolute.  I picked up a clipboard with paper and a pen and wrote this with one leg hanging out the window.  I hope you enjoy it.