Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air And deep beneath the rolling waves in labyrinths of coral caves An echo of a distant time comes willowing across the sand And everything is green and submarine.
And no one called us to the land And no one knows the where's or why's Something stirs and something tries Starts to climb toward the light.
Sunday, May 13, 2012
Mom's Day Spent…
… at my Mom's place. Took her to an independent documentary (supporting friends) and then out to dinner. So away from the internets all day.
Regular programming to resume tomorrow. As long as I'm not buried under at work.