I often wonder if I absorbed the disintegrated, evaporated particles of our fears could I float, perhaps beyond the stratosphere. Could I reflect and refract, changing reality of our existence in hues of burning oranges and somber blues. Would I brave the danger, the innate sense of impending nature, when the weight of the worlds sorrows becomes far too many and fade away under rolling thunder.
I spent around 10 hours on planes today and I’m slightly obsessed with clouds and looking out the window when flying …
Lisbon, Portugal (where I’ve been hiding for the past few days)
They aren’t the best but I’m also kind of burned out on words …
Things have been boiling over
Crescendo until ….
Then the clouds break
I couldn’t get a picture of the actual steam coming off the road without using my real camera but by time I got home and inside to grab it the rain picked up and the steam was gone.
Suburban bubble dreams at sunset
If the way to a mans heart
Is through his stomach …
I’ve got a few skills to show you
I’m so stressed I could cry.
Sorry for the lack of effort.
But I did cook by throwing random ingredients into curry sauce (and seasonings).
It turned out better than I expected.
And I’m counting this as a picture post.
Two birds, one stone (or something like that).
The rubble of a thousand years lay at our feet …