Written by: Me

Air of the morning carried a steady drip of rain. Outside the window the clouds merged and conspired to carry their passengers to the randomly assigned spots.

Drop after drop lead to drip, drip, drip… And then there was the buttered toast.

A word game called, Scabble. A win by 9 points.

Tea.

Dogs.

And then the cloud of darkness took sway. Staggering up into the mind where so many scenes played.

Portend of disaster, of sorrow and pain. It has to be this way. A way of understanding a bit of why, and how, and when… and then.

My friend the Wind came. it laughed and bellowed and dared me. It dared me to forget for a little while the tragedy of human gains.

Choices so bad so obvious and realizing they can never change and to this is what the wind explained.

Blowing apart a barrier I made. A fence to keep it out while keeping it in. Oh my, how the Wind plays!

i smile now as I write what no one on this planet can understand. Yes. It is good as it is true…

Broken bits and pieces laying soggy on the gravel. Ha! Truly a work of joy.

So thank you friend. You are always with me. You always have my back. And yes, I’ll try harder to forget the power evil has on this planet and concentrate on the goodness of mine.