It’s been a hard day’s night
And I’ve been working like a dog
It’s been a hard day’s night
I should be sleeping like a log
But when I get home to you
I find the things that you do
Will make me feel alright
From “A Hard Day’s Night” by the Beatles
I write, because I lose myself and the world around me when I don’t. It feels like creation. Like evidence that I’m still here and there is time.
“He has good feet,”
I’ve been told more than once.
“No hoof. No horse.”
so thank goodness.
A white hoof is a bad hoof
but that’s just a myth…
The Grungy Grays sometimes walk through the night, howling in their secret language at the moon. Or they ride on a hodge podge of mountain bikes, road bikes, and falling apart bikes, their graying hair flashing like sparks in the moonlight…
Just for fun, because I could use some right now. Can’t everyone? I’ve decided to take a bit of a story as a writing prompt and see where it takes me. I invite others who like to amuse themselves with words and imaginings to play along…
Cool Crisp Eery Outlined Bones Pointing At Orange Fire Moving Pushing To Stormy Blues Trying something new this month to have a creative outlet to contrast with work. Seems crazy at this busy time to try to do daily posts but that’s what I’m going to try. Just a photo and a brief poem, quote,…
A body in motion
will remain in motion
until it is no longer in motion
