There's a lot of ways a day can be perfect.

Or To Come

The walls of silence Are already beginning to rise.

Existence is art.

Art is subjective. So, why do we often feel like we are failing at our own magnum opus?

You see a storm coming, are in a storm, or have just seen one pass. Perhaps you ARE the storm!

STOP! THIEF!

And make no mistake, this world is villainous. Absolutely villainous. It takes and takes and takes. The only gifts we get, it takes back.

Siri kept pinging me.

The cancer isn't just in her spine.