The hints of spring are in the air and my allergies are waking from their winter slumber.
Winter will be ending soon but in the autumn time is near as I see the last of spring falling off one and the first of spring in one.
Interrupting cows and over talking morons, tunnel vision blinded leaders and lack of scope planners
Some where while walking in the wood I turned from the path and ended up on the fringe in the area to be cutaway and tossed out like so much human refuse, gum to be scraped off the soles and discarded by the way side.
Life feels like a giant bill that I can’t afford and I find myself standing alone amid a throng.
I don’t understand
The reflection I see isn’t a monster
The voice I hear is understandable
Yet I’m lost
Myself and I sitting talking, about all the days of bad dancing, bottles passed and the feast laid waste.
All the time spent building castles with others to have them kicked into my face when other architects wandered up the beach
The days are leveling and soon the leaves will turn and the invisibility of my neglected self becomes the invisibility of scenery …fading into the landscape.
In that dark hidden place, deep away, behind a door that only a few are allowed to pass beyond the ghost and the broken parts of armor and bent spears and shattered shields in a unassuming chest lies a beautiful gift and a stark grave truth that time will erase each of us.
The gift none seem to want and the stark truth is my reality
That the eyes from which I see so much in the world are not met with other eyes they might remember their color but mostly they don't and Nebraska
In other news…
My daughter’s school is in the state finals for basketball.
That’s all for now other stuff tomorrow, have a great day and play nice in the neighborhood.
Ciao,
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