strolls on a holiday, April 9th

At this hour the light adds a warm glow, like fresh bread to every item in this sight. Such pleasant weather invites walking, which in turn welcomes introspection. Akin to the weather, emotions might run rampant or send chills that ask for more blankets in the night. In these moments, what could be done?

I found myself pleased to create.

Desserts for the family, lactic acid build up within the legs, imagery to accompany thoughts- the opportunity surrounds life fences. Caught in a trap, as others note, people miss that the gate's already wide.

Every day is a holiday to celebrate with our ability to create.

How terrifyingly wonderful.

If even the season changes, what possible merit could suggest otherwise?

Of note, crime lingers like a burn in the mind. The circumstance of Bob Lee's passing disturbs as much as the trend within certain brands of music- ours is a capital most precious. The callousness to life suggests trying times.

So I focus on what might be built.

These images are but a fraction of what the sights beheld hours ago. Staring into images around us only reflects what can be seen. Should the weather yesterday keep out today?

I think not.

Some get rich, some get killed
Some dreams get shattered,
some dreams get lived out to the fullest

Jodeci Tape, Curren$y