I sometimes reach this point of the day where I’m desperately trying to think of a topic to write about. This daily posting has become quite engrained where I can’t think of going to bed without thinking about if I wrote something here. I’ve really come to appreciate these little ramblings: I may have mentioned this before, but it’s worth repeating. Even if I don’t always write about what is on my mind or about details about my day, this time is a moment for me to reflect upon things more carefully and away from the heat of the moment.
Above lighted oak
where music enchants diners,
two lovebirds nest.-Emanuel Meza