Ten.Two Thousand & Sixty-Five
I like this no-alarm thing.
Brilliant golden sun so early in the morning. This is a warning of the forthcoming heat.
Back to fog and a cool sky before the day truly begins.
My Tuesday rides up to the meetings with him are my favorites.
I make my way back to the office, taking the approved gravel pathway, hoping that it is still too cool for the rattlesnakes to want to come out and play.
“It is the ones who are the most quiet that are the most dangerous.”
Another summer almost gone. Another summer with unfulfilled wishes.
I jot down the thoughts as they come to me. Everything is jumbled. I am trying to make them make sense. I try to see if they will build me a roadmap.
I don’t think I’ve seen him in real clothes since his basketball banquet. A real shirt! Khaki shorts! Shoes that aren’t Crocs! Beautiful child. Beautiful children.
This is actually a blessing in disguise. So, how do I channel this energy?
