The creative endeavours of a human being in progress.
Sometimes I have thoughts.
Sometimes I post these thoughts on my website for you to read. Sometimes you read them. This is generally referred to as "Blogging", which should not be confused with "Flogging", an activity I do not perform for free. Unlike my Blogging.
Be careful how high you let your dreams carry you, my dear. My arms are not very long and if you drift beyond their reach, we will have only our memories and the air between to sustain us. Even then, I will stand with crooked neck and aching back to watch your silhouette make its stamp upon the moon, forever ready to catch you, should you fall. For what are fathers for, if not to stand guard while their daughters swim for the stars? To cheer them on while standing forever below, waving arms in triumphant pride, only to wipe the occasional tear that comes from seeing how high you go, and how far away your dreams will take you.
Somehow between six am and eight am this morning, the forecast changed from rain all day to a beautiful sunny start. The rest of the day? Who cares. I've got this right now and just to stick it to the weatherman, I am sneaking in a walk. Suck it, weatherman.