Autumn of Life

He laid his head back on the pillow with a sigh. It was a crisp autumn morning and he had wakened earlier than he had anticipated. But then, since his wife died, his schedule became much looser. His wife would always wake him earlier than he wanted. Now she was gone, he couldn’t stay asleep. He reached to the nightstand and retrieved his glasses.

He gave an arthritic grunt as he rose from bed.

Another day, another day, we all arise for another day, the thought echoed through his brain.

And as he got ready, he thought of his wife.