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.
Monday.
Another Monday: a fresh start to a brand new week that begins today.
We need Mondays as much as we need the weekends, those Saturdays and Sundays that allow a little relief from the disappointments and downfalls of the previous week. We all need that break. The weekend provides perspective.
If Monday were a meal, it would be breakfast. Mondays break the fast from the time away from the everyday stuff that simply happens as it does.
Come Monday, after a well-deserved break, we are ready to step back into the regular patterns of the work-week and all the obligations that continue to pile up from day to day.
Mondays set the tone for how the forthcoming week will progress.
Today is Monday. Get out there and try to enjoy the day, and all those that follow.
02/13/2023 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.