Thursday, 29 September 2011

The Morning After.

A night dreaming of the Big P. Contemplating the brief glimpse of the unattainable. Accepting what has to be. I’ve never been very good at that; it takes a lot to convince me that I can’t have what I seek. That’s the downside of being an optimist. It’s that old Galahad thing again.

Got to lighten up (and maybe stop talking about myself.)

It’s warm and sunny again. I just had a bird singing beautifully outside my office window.

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