First snow, makes both background and foreground white. The roads are clear, but the flakes are falling, falling, falling... Getting ready takes longer, start the car, let it warm up, scrape the windows, mittens, hat, coat, scarf, boots, and whatnot. It's dark still, early, quiet, not a star, not a moon in sight.
NPR feeds the mind, most of it missing its target. As for what sticks, well, there is a capsized ferry boat in Bangladesh -prayer for the victims and their families, Pakistan bombing -prayer for the victims and their families, a failed coup in Guineas -prayer for the perpetrator and his family, movie review in favor of latest Clooney film, something about flying, firing people, a man, two women -no prayers needed.
"It's a new day, the first day of the rest of your life, make the best out of it, shoot for the stars, if anything, you'll land on the moon," the dreamer shares.
Be well and dream big, especially if you feel like it.
Following a dream, at the threshold of another
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