Writer's Block: Half a Glass

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Optimist. There is always a plate of bacon and eggs around the corner. Though not, like, lurking, waiting to kill. Except with congestive heart failure, maybe.

Um...

Let us leave our old friend in one of those moments of unmixed
happiness, of which, if we seek them, there are ever some,
to cheer our transitory existence here. There are dark shadows
on the earth, but its lights are stronger in the contrast. Some men,
like bats or owls, have better eyes for the darkness than for the
light. We, who have no such optical powers, are better pleased
to take our last parting look at the visionary companions of many
solitary hours, when the brief sunshine of the world is blazing
full upon them.

Revel in the brief sunshine, or the memory of it.