Some call it the hump.
But I call it comfy, nestled, buffered. Cozy.
I don't know how I do it.
I just do.
Small dry layers.
Inside small dry folds. All crinkly.
Is approaching. Colors fading soon in the wet.
Time for a long winter nap.
While remaining sober, thoughtful, and upright.
And clothed, which is pretty much expected around here.
You poke at them enough.
They come out this way.
Shows my alley thoughts, bricked.
On my way home to drink alone. Think blue.
Droning in color is encouraged.
Until boredom kills the thrill.
Today's lucky number.
Found between two cracks in the veil of reality.
Everything returns to flatness.
Including our emotions. If we let them.
Not much here. But it's mine.
Keep moving, please.
Snowing now, with a chance of icicles.
All the hamsters are safe and snug in their burrows, munching nuts.
You know what's in the details.
Truth. Love. Joy. Colored squiggly things.
What can I say?
Leafs, flowers, sunshine.
All those things which, like love and kindness, have no value.
A bit of color.
Just in time for winter.
Knocked flat? Wasted? Put out of commission?
Or just waiting comfortably for the right time? Monday is a good day to decide.
It saw me.
We saw each other. So it goes.
Another crepuscular Saturday.
Sitting here, waiting for spring.
The clock's up to eleven.
It's still ticking while the world is dripping. Plus wind.
At least for me. Nose to the ground again.
Is just around the corner.
Somewhere. I think. Maybe.
Lost among the trees.
Looking for the forest.
Somewhere over the rainbow.
There is a rainbow. But we may have to wait for it.
Knows who you are.
And what you've been doing.
Nuther one falls.
Gravity: 97,247,435,981,274. Leafs: 0
The last bit of green.
Hides, waiting for its next chance.
Another ordinary day.
In Nowhereland. Napping with the cat.
Dang. Wrong number again.
Today is first in line.
For what, we shall see.