I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Friday, March 2, 2018

Scenes from a Commute

First of all, I wanted to say to all my new world-wide friends. :: waves hi ::

This morning I had to clear about 6" of Spring from the driveway to get out. On the plus side it was the first time I got to use my snowblower this season. Before now the snow was either not deep enough or not heavy enough (it's a big two-stage snowblower). I might need to get a smaller one as well.

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