Is an illusion.
But today almost looks real.
Way to go.
You never know.
What you'll find. Or anything else.
On a winter day.
Which may come tomorrow, or the day after.
Or now. At least the snow is gone.
Something I'm not thinking about.
Definitely not about clams today.
Like any other day.
But narrower in parts.
No, I'm not sure what it means either.
Which applies universally, at least around here.
No meaning. No significance.
Very important, and I'll tell you all about it.
As soon as I can remember what it is. Meanwhile, some ice.
A day without power.
Is like a day turned off.
Heavy on the snow.
Light on things to do today.
It's like, "Eeeewwww!" They say, and stay home, hiding.
Those who grew up without snow do.
I have no meaning.
I'm just here. That's all I know.
Like Warmday but not so much.
Not so much by a lot less.
Good enough for now. Good enough for here.
Anyway, I'm a lazy bastard.
I have the fingers.
You have the stars.
I don't know about you, but.
I don't know much of anything.
I never quite could get the hang of it.
I do better on Firdays.
Wet leafs. Like my life. It's all winter.
Leaves fly off the calendar.
And land in my soup.
Panoramic. Long and narrow.
Full of non-hidden non-meaning.
Like a wall, it stands.
Broadcasting in its own colors.
Including the oink.
Yet with a warm heart.
At least that is there.
Everything is still just fine.
Another one of those days.
Whatever kind that might be.
Happens instant by instant.
As we become the unknown. Yay!
Pretty good. And how are you?
But please stand back for a while longer.
At least it looks that way from here.
But what do I know, really?