In my waking, I did the usual things

The human things

The coffee things

The animal things

The candle things

The medicine things

The dressing things

The makeup things

The breakfast things…

Upon going outside these things drift away with that magnificent breeze. Just as last night, with those righteous cicadas, the hum drum fades into the recesses of my brain. Something else takes over.

Leaves kissing each other. Promises of Autumn. Sun resting on the green, effortless in his urging to get us going.

“I get the urge for going” Joni said, in my streaming mind of song. Until the geese begin to fly Southward, I wonder just how long…