Progress, slow as it may be, happens – oddly in November

I want to do this – I want to do more – I want to do serious and important things. I’d say I seem to have lost the dreams and goals from my youth but, not really. As the year heads into the dark slumber-time I am tired from a year of such chaotic oddness. Just like so many. But tomorrow I may be up, see the clouds drifting across the rising sun, getting me excited to see if I can find an angle to set up the camera to capture – hopefully for a moment of joy, to share – yet another day’s grand entrance, filled with artistic action.

Here’s to the changing of the times, perhaps the answers blown into our lives during the windy days, eh?

Ciao,
:: s ::
Respice ad diem hanc | “Don’t Forget to Be Awesome”

//11:31p+25November20= Wednesday night || echoes of the kiddo laughing from the joy of folding laundry with me//