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Rated: 13+ · Book · Entertainment · #2199980
Thoughts destined to be washed away by the tides of life.
I've been studying my cover photo for a while now, and it seems to me that it is more than just a photo of what is there that can be seen, more than just three white rocks stacked on a beach. It contains an important question about the future, about what happens long after the photographer has gone. What will happen to our pile of stones when the tide comes in? Will it topple or has the architect built this structure at a safe distance?

I don't know what will happen to these words that I stack here on the sand. They may prove safely distant, or they may be swallowed up by a rush of self-doubt. They may be here for a season. They may lose their balance and be scattered by the shoreline, or be hidden away under shifting sands. Perhaps someday, the tides of life will reclaim them.


Or maybe that's just a bunch of poetic, romantic nonsense. After all, this is just a blog.




June 30, 2021 at 8:17am
June 30, 2021 at 8:17am
#1012771
I am anxious to see today become yesterday. Today is the last day of June and it is also the last day of our current heat wave. I don’t remember welcoming July in hopes of cooler weather ever before in my life.

I am beginning to think it’s also the end of my coffee maker. It still makes coffee but it coughs and spits all over the countertop. It does produce a cup of coffee very quickly, however. I have to decide if I hate wiping up the spills more than I hate waiting for my coffee.

My grumpy mood was short-lived, because my attitude was accosted immediately by the antics of the cat. She and I locked eyes the moment I entered the room. When she was sure she had my attention, she began her morning rolls and stretches upon the top of her cat tree. These movements are meant to show off her fit and sleek feline physique in such a way that I will be powerless to resist. I will be drawn to her, overcome by the urge to stroke her silken coat. She will then have me in her grasp, clasping my hands with sharp claws and gently biting my hand. I believe she does this to remind herself that I do not taste very good and this is one of the reasons that she does not give in to her wilder instincts and try to eat me. Besides, I am the source of tastier food and can be commanded to play with her at any time by staring at me with large, round eyes.

I am enjoying the brief respite from heat this early morning, but it’s time to get a few things done before the day heats up.


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