Is a picture worth a thousand words? Not today. I haven’t got a thousand words in me this morning. Tis a cold morning; autumn reaching back to caress, as a reminder of things to come. A lone coyote calls in the dark, only once, then it is gone and the silence prevails once again. Cat at my side. Coffee coming right up. Arthritic thumbs both acting up. I’m experiencing a perception that I think of as “life tired”. It’ll pass. It’s just a thing that portrays the weight of a lifetime rather than the lightness of being that will soon flow. It’s not pessimism. Pessimism is a downer, this is not. This is an existential phenomenon all dressed up as subjectivity, which is exactly what it is. A puzzle to be savored for it is whether solved or not. Either way it goes away. That’s good to know.
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.