Beautiful morning today, down here on the farm, although a fleeting recollection of the old saying, “Red sky in the morning, shepherd’s warning,” did run through my mind. (True to form, the rain starts tonight.)
But my first thought took me back to my high-school days, and the first time I read The Odyssey end-to-end in my “Humanities” class, an introduction to the great works of Western Civilization, all the way from The Epic of Gilgamesh to William James.
But when early-born rosy-fingered Dawn appeared…
The formula, repeated almost two-dozen times throughout the story reminds us that, no matter the experiences of our last twenty-four hours–joy, sorrow, love, hatred, gratitude, vengeance, tragedy, comedy–and if we will it, all can be washed clean with the next rising of the sun.
And we can start anew.