Lies, more alibis.
It can be quite easy, really, to get carried away by the simplest sights: shadows of clouds chasing each other across vast empty lands of yellow and green; break of dawn punctuated by glowing rays from the heavens above; clear blue skies yonder forever more.
The weather can be a safe topic for purpose of conversation, I think. I get the feeling that it is often something we take for granted – that, and a whole lot of other things can be added to the list: your favourite pair of sneakers; good butter knives that spread out the butter evenly; a real, black, life-sized piano you can play songs from the movie Once on; a no-frills, easy-to-operate microwave oven; the trustworthy newspaper vendor man; your little finger.
It is all relative, but let us all just be thankful for what we have today, than to yearn for the things to come tomorrow.
October, already. Have we taken the past few months for granted, too? We are still not yet whole, just almost.
Sometimes words are not necessary. Dear, sky, love, me.