Thursday, December 31, 2015

end of the year

ink and flowers on paper
Last day of the calendar year, December 31, a social event, New Year’s Eve. Nature doesn’t care. The sun rose yesterday. It rose this morning. It will likely rise again tomorrow. Lohbado’s feet were cold and damp... clammy, that’s the word... clams. Cold damp flesh in damp socks. Change your socks.

Cold feet, the thought of clams, or sea shells, Lohbado daydreamed about walking barefoot in salt water of the ocean. Do the best you can. Smile. Take a breath of fresh air. Gaze towards the horizon. Keep going.

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