For the last three days, I've been having a recurring dream. I'm hoping tonight I don't have it again, because it was basically the summation of my life up to this point.
Chasing down something, but never able to get it. I don't know what it is, or why I'm chasing it. But I know if I stop, I'll die. And I know if I get lost, I'll end up stopping.
This week should be good for photos, though we'll see. We've gone from cold to drought to thor's hammer in a matter of weeks. It's been a melancholy affair, because it's all been seen from my window. A window that's next to several large prints, which out of the corner of my eye, look like yet more windows. The wall's not done yet. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe never.
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