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What Song Would You Sing?

May 08, 2024

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Bica: It's hard to live in the moment, when you're always thinking about something else. Life passes you by if you don't live your moments. I need to work on that.

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And her life was a monument to the past. Her present existed, only upon reflection. Yesterday reigned supreme. She couldn't stop the tides of time, so tomorrow would come...and be recognized, another day. So, I say to her, take up the gauntlet that is today...and be present, and grounded...in your now.

Please, Won't You Join Me For Breakfast?

I want to have breakfast on this little balcony...a croissant, fresh fruit, and coffee. I want flowers on the table, a gentle breeze (to invite the leaves to dance), and the warm, morning sun on my face. I want the luxury of a morning, where I have nowhere to go...and nowhere to be. I would love it, if you could join me on my balcony...for breakfast, conversation, and coffee. You must wear your jammies, your most comfy slippers, and ...your best disposition. But wait, this balcony won't support a small table with flowers and breakfast. It won't support the two of us, and, look ...there really isn't a room from which we can gracefully open the door to the balcony...it's a FACADE . Oh, the disappointment. But wait, LOOK UP .....my brief reverie switches to...another. As these balconies sit quietly and benignly, creating a beautiful facade for the lower half of this building, WHAT is going on upstairs? The blinds are closed tightly...almost reflecti

So, Then, Why Autumn?

Of the four seasons, autumn is my favorite. May has always been my favorite month , but May is a lightweight, compared to autumn. May...it's a pretty girls' name; it enhances, it's lush, and emerald green. It holds promise...and hope. It's a new beginning, and it's enough. You can just enjoy May being May. You don't have to do anything more than revel in, bask in, and absorb its warm, soothing, emerald essence. So, then, why autumn? Autumn is tenacious. It clings to the last vestiges of summer, and is perpetually and forcibly wrested away; only to stand alone...for a while. Alone and vulnerable; exposed...for the world to see. Naked, with nowhere to hide, while waiting for that blanket that winter will provide. It's stirring and unnerving; quite the opposite of the promise and hope held by May. There's a feeling of melancholy and introspection; of what could have been, of what was, and of what might never be. An end of sorts...but never do I feel so