Once again, the world changes....


It bothers people when you are lucid and ironic.
- A. Camus


Is THAT what my problem has been.....


The moist grey blanket of sky covers every trace of the sun, blending seamlessly with the misty air. A Portland sort of day, I think, though I've never been to Portland. I tip my face up to a sun I can't see, and say the prayer of Jabez with my arms outstretched to catch every morsel of love and light the world has to offer me today. And Lo! a few hours later, sun breaks through cloud cover, rubbing honeyed rays across the surface of my skin.