it's friday, finally, after what's felt like a head-long rush of a week. there just weren't enough days this week, and not enough hours in those days. i don't know what happened to them...it seems i blinked and they went by.
the next few days are so busy i'm looking forward to next tuesday.
this morning brings a welcome moment of calm while improbably, snow falls in big white flakes. improbably, it's sticking in puffy clumps speared by long blades of too-green grass, and blood-red rose petals sprinkled overtop. i'm looking at a three-season tableau - summer, fall and winter all overlain into one bizarre kaleidescope of nature.
i'm sure there's a metaphor in that.
and furthermore, the war must end. blessed be.