The 60’s music are blaring, celebrating, a captured moment
Of how unaware it was of the 70’s intent…
We are taught, if not nascent, layers of blankets, randomly spread and exhausted from last night’s bout to recharge, the answers soon will be found not by the winners but by the hopeful.
Another decade knocks, another shift and turn. Feels like the gone-thru motions washed in the truth as learned… Let the sun in for its daily doze of warm embrace, let it remember you and touch your face…
Do your chores and go back to bed, it’s a Sunday.
danDAman 