We just had a huge windstorm. The winds knocked down trees and took out the power all over the region. Nature always shifting, nothing stays the same. Even now the daylight is stretching and the sun is returning to the north.
Time relentlessly washing over, eroding and churning. I find myself surprisingly old, solitary and drifting into eccentricity. Each morning I wonder, “what kind of weirdo are you today?” Time reveals my charming weirdo ways.