Sunday Morning Thoughts: 11.24.19

I began to scheme what I might write, last night for this morning. That then, proceeded to implode upon itself. Life. The way it goes. Etc.

Sunday Morning Thoughts: 11.10.19

The drive isn’t gone. Just different. Changed. Evolved, or the like.      Goes with time. With age. Or so I’ve been told. And so, now, I might start to say more often myself. Almost three decades. Just enough to know for sure about how little you know. Which I guess means I know something.     …

Sunday Morning Thoughts: 11.3.19

I don’t do enough, right? There’s stuff to be done, and here I go again, not doing. Guilt ridden in a world for me to maybe be a beam of better instead of all this not that I am.

Sunday Morning Thoughts: 10.27.19

I didn’t get immediately out of bed. I stayed there for a short while, listening to the rain. Lingering. Between worlds. Looking as the blue hum of hue, cased in right angles, snuck out from behind the blinds.