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

Sunday, October 25, 2009

Soon to be on the road

Yep, no more wordage. Car is mostly packed, I'm carbed to the gills, and about to head on out into the Autumnal Afternoon. Yellow maples and brown oaks as far as the eye can see. Would like to get home at a descent time since sleep wasn't all that much in the coming this weekend and next week is a long week (back into meetings and training and then Halloween!).

So, did you all have a good weekend?


vince said...

Good weekend, although very, very busy. I did manage a nap on Saturday, which was heaven.

Steve Buchheit said...

A nap? I should have taken one of those.