It’s Time.

Something spooky for the Fall.

Track of Time.

All we have right now is time, anyway!

Don't give up without a fair fight.

Until the next bout of rain...

At least, I am trying.

We do live our lives with our heads up in the clouds the entire time.

There is no 'process' here.

We grow in phases or we fall apart.

What words shall ever be enough?

We've somehow run out of things to talk about.

Just another random thought that I wanted to put out there.