Sunday, July 1, 2012

In The Heat

It's time.

I must move out into the heat of the day and attend to my yard. Time to mow, chop, cut and clean. Time to sweep the dropped cut pine cones the squirrels so love. Time to mindlessly walk back and forth and chop down the grass. Time to think and dream while I sweat out the poison of my nightmares.

Time to move on and forget.

See you later.