cloud songs
We exist, at times silently,
comfortable in our invisibility.
Unnoticeably so.
Unexplained.
We so know, or learn, when
it is time to speak up.
11/08/2024 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.
Mondays are just young Fridays
Posted on September 16, 2024 by j.g.lewis
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The sun is just coming up, the weather is especially pleasant for this time of the year and the 10-day forecast indicates it will stay that way for quite some time.
Not a drop of rain is expected for the foreseeable future and these summer-like temperatures, even through the nights, will continue.
There are better days ahead.
My morning coffee is bold and sweet — sort of like me — and, for the most part, my schedule is clear enough to allow me to take advantage of where I am. It’s a good place to be.
I have a few things I need to do but, more so, I have a lot of things I want to do. I hope this mindful mood will allow me to get them done.
Optimism is a wonderful thing, and it is easily obtained if you permit yourself to believe it is possible.
09/16/2024 j.g.l.
