Listening to Ella Fitzgerald … singing George Gershwin’s lullaby from Porgy and Bess … at a riverside. Peaceful indeed.

These are the last days of summer. The weather is warm. It’s a little humid. The breezes are few and far between.

A good time to munch on a little bread, a little salad, some cold clear water. And a good time to look back. A good time to remember. A good time to be thankful.

“whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report, if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things!”

While thinking on those things, look forward too! Forward vision is not crystal clear, like the reflection below, but it’s helpful to have a direction.

This traveling tortuga has chosen a direction.

“One of these mornings
You’re going to rise up singing
Then you’ll spread your wings
And you’ll take the sky
But ’til that morning
There’s a’nothing can harm you
With daddy and mammy standing by.”

George Gershwin, “Summertime”