A day late. Something that hasn’t happened in years, and not exactly within the scope of my intention. Yet, despite the title, it is not longer Monday. And wonder consumes me almost absently as my contemplation seems not to know any navigation for this void.
Tag: growth
Monday Evening Thoughts: 11.3.25
‘Tis the time of the year, again. The autumnal hues are all but spent, as this part of the Earth recedes coloration and light, and the limited shades and elongated darkness emerge forth again. Yet, it may be that within all this growing grey, the vibrancy must be found internally. A terrifying prospect, I know….
some decade (or the ghost of new years’ past)
It is a nice number. At least regarding how us humans like to stack numbers. Those tasty patterns. And what a nice one ‘ten’ is, right? Lines up wonderfully within the hundreds, thousands, and so on.
Sunday Morning Thoughts: 9.29.19
It was intentional. The gap, I mean. All that space and time between the last time I had done this up until the now which finds me here again. Seems like an eon. Seems like a minute.
