How do we choose to travel?
What is reliable in the rain?
What is our ultimate destination,
for this time, this journey, or
this day?
We move at the speed of life.
Depending on traffic, others
may chose to follow your path,
but not your direction.
© 2021 j.g. lewis
A little cold, little wet,
a little tired and yet
I am here. Still,
full of wonder.
The morning chill leaves
little to the imagination
and much less
to hope for.
Expected, perhaps, as it
always is, this time, this
season is only what
we ask of it.
11/21/2024 j.g.l.
The answers are far less certain
than even last week, to all those
perennial questions or solutions
you might seek.
What do you believe, or
what do you believe in?
Come Monday, you have fewer
questions than you had last week.
For a while there are less doubts
in what you believe.
Whom do you believe in,
and who believes in you?
11/18/2024 j.g.l.
I'm like a pencil;
sometimes sharp,
most days
well-rounded,
other times
dull or
occasionally
broken.
Still I write.
j.g. lewis
is a writer/photographer in Toronto.
I bought a new rain jacket last week.
Given the forecast for the week ahead, and the one we’ve just been through, I’m pretty sure it’s a good investment.
Quite simply, in recent days, I’ve been drenched one too many times by unexpected downpours (even though the weather reports said to expect rain).
You can only chance it for so long, and me without an umbrella.
I used to have a couple — a selection actually of dependable rain garments but they were never there when needed, then never there at all.
Where did they go?
It took several stops at several stores to find a jacket that was rainproof and not just “rain repellent”, and high tech without being high-priced.
I selected function over fashion, steering clear of recognizable logos and brand names, and ended up with a rather boring grey jacket.
So far, it works when it should, and does what it needs to do.
Practicality is my fashion statement.
07/12/2021 j.g.l.
I’m like a pencil;
sometimes sharp,
most days
well-rounded,
other times
dull or
occasionally
broken.
Still I write.
j.g. lewis
is a writer/photographer in Toronto.