Morning thought: coffee, self medicating stimulant.
Sunday morning. Somewhat awake. Need coffee.
Sunday silence. Sunday sun. Sunday serenity.
Naked trees. Crows cawing. Blue sky.
Another night of cold, gusty winds.
Coffee: it livens up the mood.
Strong winds. Power outages. Nature’s doing.
Doing meditation atop a snow pile.
Good conversation. Great times. Happy people.
Into the void. No exit found.
Do it yourself, works for me.
High on life is all good.
Lazy day. Idling by. Forward moving.
Walking in freshly falling snow. Heavenly.
Watching the canary do his thing.
Watching old Andy Griffith on Sundance.
I’m old school…. because I’m old.
Lack of thoughts. Mind’s on vacation.
Gloomy weather casts a weary face.
So… here I sit, doing nothing.
Life: it is what it is.
Keeping the beat. Life is grand.
Walking on eggshells. An uncomfortable feeling.
I am I. You are you.
Plodding along like an old ox.
No coffee. No reason staying awake.
Late Sunday morning. Snowflakes descending gracefully.
Power naps. Recharges the low batteries.
Snow, wind, ice. A perfect trifecta.
Brain freeze. Brain cramp. Warped mind.
Think freely. Speak freely. Live freely.
Eat, drink, and sleep. Repetitive rituals.
Its February. Its snowing. Its wonderful.
Soon, better days are coming. Maybe.
Mug of hot coffee. All good.
Cold. Not record cold. Just cold!
The wind tells a unique tale.
Kicking back. Relaxed. Long day, done.
Read a book. Nourishing mind food.
Gazing into space. Contemplating what if.
The canary is tweeting his songs.
Change is good, replied the cashier.
1/20/2021. The end is in sight.
Pouring rain. Walking outdoors on standby.
New day. New challenges, or not.
Beautiful day to kick back. Yep!
New year. New month. New day.