It’s morning, and the weather couldn’t be better. I walked outside to a breeze that almost felt like it came from an ocean (it probably did). 

I woke up with another old song in my head. Pat Benatar this time. (?!)

It feels like we took a short break from summer and then summer ended. Feels like the first week of school. Feels different. It is different. 

I don’t like it.

But what is one to do?



Good morning, Oh World.


Author: uncaged

When Picasso painted a blue Seated Woman in a Chair, he was unconsciously thinking of me.

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