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.