Sun casts long shadows
Foggy morning fades hopeful
Wore too much clothing
Baby's restless cry
Shared looks debate the days plan
Someone forgot binky
Beats drive inspiration
Words spill warped fiction to page
There's not enough time
A Friday morning in transition. A broad soundscape nagging at my neck. Trying to plan and create. Giving way to competing priorities. Examining truth and fiction. Taking advice. Drinking half a cup of decent coffee. Looking forward to their faces. Missing genuine time. Thoughts form and fade. Let’s head into the weekend. Are we prepared?
– TMP
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