It's still Saturday—slow, slothful, slightly soulful—Saturday morning. For another hour. I awoke early and discovered the weather to be incompatible with plans. I went back to sleep and reawoke late. Really late. Then lazy breakfast with bride and nephews and nephews' companions. Revised plans. Excursion for them; rainy day water coloring and poetry editing for me. Calm. Mostly quiet except for ...
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Drift
I will unplug, Unwind, untether. I’ll surf the wind, Not the web. I’ll ride a bike. Anywhere. Weed the garden. Prune a pear tree. Walk. Alone. Far. (Source: "Drift", 40x41: Midlife Crisis Postponed) The top half of riff on slowing down, pausing. Now, not tomorrow. Because tomorrow never comes. ...