Very chilly night, but here I am. Sitting on my back porch, sipping lemon tea and nibbling a raspberry Pop-Tart. Foolish man.
I’ve come to terms with being alone and not being lonely. My work helps. I’m marketing and spreading my brand in order to secure the work I need in the future. Lately I’ve been paying dearly for not planning, for letting sadness and depression keep me down. Little steps, I’m going to be okay.
There was snow last night and into the daylight. My green backyard is white and glittery, sparkling in the light from the street lamps.
My best friend’s sister had babies today. Twins, one of each. Born on (to me) a lucky numbered date. They are beautiful and pure and perfect. Touched me a bit …
Today, look for the pure and innocent. The virgin snow, the burning, constant light from the stars.
The human sunrises being born every day.
The world is you.
The world is me.
We will make of it what we please.