Back in the world of the bloggers
Summer heat sapped creativity
Made me wish for cooler climes
A year away
Life moving to end
...or begin again with urgency to find itself wrapped in some season
Summer, fall, winter spring
All revolving around the calender we falsely label with days
I am here again
tadpole in the pool
Happy for now
It is feast or famine
I waste days hoping it won't dry out before my tail is absorbed
And I can hop away
Happy
Ephemerally Yours,
Drew
