Reflecting is a January
pastime for many of us ─ the year that is past and how we envision the year
ahead. Almost unconsciously, I have been looking at reflections in windows, the
bay and even in my own mirror. Walking along a nearby street, I saw this
incredibly clean and polished motorcycle and realized that what we cherish is
so often a reflection of who we are…I think I know a bit about the owner of
this spotless machine. I have no idea who he/she is, except the pride in this
particular possession is definitely a reflection.
I like the way you've tied together two different types of reflecting, Duff. I've been so busy in January, I think maybe I need a bit of time to reflect. Nobody riding a motorcycle here - minus wind chills!
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