I was thinking about the “high noon” at high noon.
The “high noon” of my life. Has it come and gone, or yet to come?
When I was younger, I kept thinking my time would come.
Now that half of my life is gone (I hope…), I am not sure whether I passed it unnoticed or haven’t had yet.
Or, is this it?
“The only thing you’ll find on the summit of Mount Everest is a divine view. The things that really matter lie far below.” ~ Roland Smith, Peak
” I don’t feel old. In fact I don’t feel anything until noon. Then it’s time for my nap.” ~ Bob Hope
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “High Noon.”
“At noon today, take a pause in what you’re doing or thinking about. Make a note of it, and write a post about it later.”