boulder in pond—
apple tree blossoms
petal green scum
Whew! Wipe my brow. Spare time or otherwise I've finally committed my 300th posting on this blog. I'm so not a blog addict but it's been good. I would like more time everywhere in life to write, not just for this blog, but I do what I can . . . and let other stuff, other ideas, slide on by . . .
Time is just like that. If it had feelings, time wouldn't care whether I slept all day, or all night, or woke up before dawn, or had a beer for breakfast, or a fried egg supper. Time is self absorbed and all-consuming, the ultimate "There it was . . . gone!"
T-shirt: Quod nos non necat etiam maxime laedit
loc: commCtr
temp: 20 C
sound: Alice in Chains Unplugged
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