While this is indeed the best Monday of the year with an extra hour of sleep; as a friend reminded me, it is still Monday, and so it is. All the best laid plans seem to fall to the wayside, pushed there by panic and tedium.
Yet, my brain still turns its inexorable circles. Emotion scattered in the fall winds, chasing each flitting leaf.
"And so it is" Hmmm, think this will be a focal line for my next poem, been a bit since I've written one of those.
1:49
Dammit, where are my floss sticks? On the counter at home :(
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