Upside Down Day

“Because we don't know when we will die, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. Yet everything happens only a certain number of times, and a very small number really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, an afternoon that is so deeply a part of your being that you can't even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four, five times more, perhaps not even that. How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps 20. And yet it all seems limitless.” 
― Paul Bowles

Pancake, eggs, bacon... That's an upside down day dinner. The boys loved upside down dinner. I heard from a mom who was making this for her family tonight. The image sent a memory skipping across my mind and triggered a fragment of the above quote from A Sheltering Sky.  

I'm listening to a harvester take out the corn in the dark. For a couple of weeks now the machines have rumbled into the night. There is much life in the country in early November. These are special days. And then it ends and the fields are quite catching snow, rain, and wind for months.  The earth gives abundantly. I wonder if I will hear another harvest? I know it will go on regardless of my presence.