11.13.15 But no matter; here we all are, surrounded

Some days its simply that kind of day;

of thin skin and the Imagination Of Bad Things

at the ready, hunched at the starting line

fingers pressed into the track, just waiting for that shot to ring.

Some days its enough to get out of bed and slog your way to the bathroom and kitchen and outside and inside 

and simply do what you must. 
And then other days? Why, the sun gleams in the window, 

warming your wakening face. 
The cracks in the walls stream this fresh air, 

while your steaming tea paints stories in the cold kitchen air.
Some days you can hardly budge, 

and you use up all your trying in the first few hours. 
But no matter. Here we all are, quietly 

making our way the best we can, 

surrounded by majesty and sorrow, 

great love ,and a few really funny times.