Age is But a Number & Even McLarens Need Gasoline

"With that, I'd say: don't lose it. That characteristic is applicable in all contexts."

Night:

While I rode home over a narrow wooden bridge that gets rolled over with eastbound traffic out of Corvallis, I stopped above the Willamette River while it flowed north for the Columbia River. Over to the west, at a southern angle of winter, I saw the last coat of light decorate the sky with thin colors in the red tint category. When I pulled over along the walking path, I saw a spread of Easter pink that stretched due south to northwest by north. At where the sun dropped, the colors changed in a boil to royal purple and so stretched but thinner as the set went further.

At my one year review for my job at the fuel center in Corvallis, my manager and I discussed what trajectory has launched since we opened last February. I told him where I forecast it heading and he addressed issues I had at work. One in particular had to do with my desire to call people out whom I work with and have no authority over.

 "I at least try and they aren't even trying. It's like you hold yourself to a standard and want to do the same with others."

In whatever I do, I hope to be salt and seek an increase for the best that can be attained in whatever circumstance. I understand that a great deal of trust in God needs to be there, as well a tactical outreach for me to have when I approach different people to know them so to ensure that a positive outcome endures. Altogether, my time at the Corvallis Fred Meyer fuel center has been a worthwhile pursuit. It was cool to be there as a leader to setup its roots for a long stance of world class customer service. Furthermore, I look forward to my efforts as an associate in whatever I take on.

Morning:

The first light: anything brighter than shear darkness has occurred earlier since the solstice. On this morning, it began minutes before seven. It started as a blue expanse (like an ocean) that revealed clouds (as floes) with variant shades of gray within. Beyond, from the heights to horizon: the surroundings became outlined with shadow and misted with fog that seemed to roll forward from the distance. In the sky were silent lights of stars that were brighter than the others to see the new day rise.

Between seven and eight, the sun rose in orange layers between clouded strips of deep purple (near gray). Fog sat above a meadow to the east and gave distance to the tree line with a haze that deepened. For a moment, clouds above were orange against a blue sky. Consider the sunrise: how it billowed over clouds that shone sharp light at top and overtook the innocence of morning glory with stricken vibrancy that set the tone for a summer day in winter.