JusJoJan — Early to Rise

08dba28b-bfee-4cde-a3a3-3a4522c0143bToday’s jot for Linda G. Hill’s Just Jot It January prompt was suggested by Toortsie. The word is “sunrise.” As Linda noted, Toortsie’s native language isn’t English, it’s Afrikaans. When I opened up her post using the Chrome browser on my iPhone, I was asked if I wanted Google to translate the text from Afrikaans to English and voila! I could read every word.

So now on to my jot for January 10th.

When I lived in the east, I used to love to go to the coast and watch the sun rising up and over the Atlantic. It was breathtakingly beautiful. But also when I lived in the east, the nearest ocean coastline was easily 100 miles from where I lived. And, as a younger man, I typically stayed up later at night and slept later in the morning. So my opportunities to witness the sunrise at the ocean were few and far between.

Now I live on the west coast, and even though, in my old age, I often wake up before dawn, I’m 3,000 or so miles away from being able to see the sun rising over the ocean.

But there’s no need to feel sorry for me. No indeed. Because now I live only a few miles from the ocean and I can go watch the sun setting into the Pacific anytime I want.

What I’ve discovered is that, whether you’re looking east at the Atlantic or west at the Pacific, both the sunrise and the sunset at the ocean’s shore are breathtakingly beautiful. And if you show someone a photograph, and ask them if they’re looking at a picture of a sunrise or a sunset, they’ll be hard pressed to give you the correct answer.

Twittering Tales — The Note

9FC31FFF-3708-4134-A1CC-51798E496FB9“Where did you get this?” the deli owner asked me.

“I found it sitting under a rock on a bench in the park,” I answered. “It seems to be written in German, so I brought it here. Can you tell me what it says?”

“You need to take this to the police,” he told me. “It’s a suicide note.”

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Written for this week’s Twittering Tales prompt from Kat Myrman. Photo credit: PIRO4D @ Pixabay.com.

By the way, the note appears to be written in German. I can’t read German, so for all I know, it could be a love letter, a “Dear John” letter, or maybe even a rough draft for a blog post. But for some reason, I came up with a suicide note.