It smelled of spring today. Yesterday, too. Will again tomorrow, I heard tell. Must mean she’s almost here, though, appearances can be deceiving.
Tag: creativity
Monday Evening Thoughts: 4.1.24
The night before last was one of short sleep and antagonistically active dreams. Not nightmares, though those are not unknown by your narrator. These were of a different kind. The sort that gets right at one, in ways that can only be done from the unguarded inside. The sort that when one returns from the…
Monday Evening Post: 10.24.22
I suppose the concern is about the potential desperation. And the fear that it is already here. Perhaps been around for a while, and only the ability to be oblivious be my shield. Yet, I don’t believe that to be the case.
Sunday Morning Thoughts: 1.20.18
There was a moon last night. I failed to see it. Sounds like a memoir title. Or a song.
The Veracious Facade 