A Calm Sense of Freedom

Feeling pretty well lately. Almost as if this year is shaping itself into a pattern of life boats to hold me afloat, for once. No strings attached, though. Only figuratively in some cases. Can’t be too dependent on having the odds weigh on one side over the other. I’ll grow my antlers so they can reach every opportunity in waves of nature’s own crescent bone branch. So many things to be thankful for, so little time to listen for the welcome neon to snap on during this dawn light. watered dry pockets and pigmented canvases can make such wonderful music when they meet the whistling unknown. Make the most of everything they say…

…”One step at a time,” said the fortune cookie.

I was a child when I read that. Look at how it all still makes sense.