This morning, I got up at 5:20 am, then went downstairs to practice jazz improv for an hour at the piano. I then moved into hunter-gatherer mode, and walked a mile to Maverik to get a quart of milk for the morning cereal. On the way home at 7:30 I heard:
Yes, Reveille was playing on the huge loudspeakers of Hill Air Force Base – two miles away. What a sweet sound, from a distance! Now the distance is not just two miles. Also the distance from that place is one year, since one year ago I left my half-time work at HAFB to become the full-time piano technician. I like hearing Reveille from that distance.
It is a distance of one year with no regrets. Just a more centered and joy-filled life.