Everlasting Everything.

Today was fine.


It's a fine thing to watch the common man confront the immeasurable. We're all commonfolk.

I like the idea of hay and hedges with cobblestone walks and wooly sheep with damp fur beneath gray skies and drizzly cold.

And the pale yellow lanterns glow, "Come home! Come home! Here it is cozy and out there it is cold and the air drips, drips, frigid water."

So stumbling we all turn toward the lanterns and plod toward them. Muck cakes strata of dry, brown leaves. Leaves like a carpet for the red-purple-yellow wood and leafy boughs. Tirelessly we walk through the growing mist, wrapped, swaddled like infants in a forgotten dream. And ever the lanterns before us.

I like the idea of pale yellow lanterns glowing in fog and autumn forests. It is a fine thing to watch. A fine thing.

Totus Tuus.