The happy place

Hello friends”

The sky is gray today, the color of smoke rising from the chimneys of a paper mill. And it’s raining — ice cold tears from the sky falling relentlessly and gusts of wind wreaking havoc: toppling the trash cans, sweeping away the refuse and casually scattering it here and there like some teenagers sometimes do to impress one another with their rebellious lifestyles and unconcern for their futures. You might picture them on one of those electric rental bikes, the ones you rent with some mobile app, and an e-cigarette in the corners of their mouths, not able yet to picture themselves as old, like older people are of a different species for how remote they seem to be, living as they (the yourhs) do in the moment, as they too scatter candy paper and cigarette boxes left and right because all they think of is the strong love they feel and maybe how much wrong there is with this world we have built upon nature.

This weather signals the transition from summer to autumn, if the dark chilly nights wasn’t enough of a sign. As if the giant moon shining on the blackness of the night sky wasn’t

And yet I see the sun trying to shine through the clouds like a glimmer of hope or that glimpse of gold

Soon the leaves will be orange

The burst of inspiration which made this posts rather strong and spectacular start unfortunately didn’t last for long enough to finalise this post, (and now I have to make dinner) but even an incomplete thing can be beautiful

Only God is perfect after all. What is so charming about us humans is our struggle for perfection and our inability to get there