another thought...

Live like there is no tomorrow.
Work like you don't need money,
Love like you've never been hurt,
And dance like no one's watching.

it is easy to say ... but oh so hard to do :)

smoldering leaves

Thought for the day ...

Life is a comedy for those who think and a tragedy for those who feel.

A yellow tree

Tree by the wall ...

Tagged

the fifth line of the 23 entry.
well my 23 entry happens to be a photo entry.. pic of Mt Rainier.. titled 'Seattle-- my Home'.

So, a blank then?


Done.

Short Tales...

It was a dark and gloomy sunday morning. When did it become fall again?
The face in the mirror, familiar and yet...
The hollowness had left her cheek and the emptiness her eyes, her jacket didn't smell of cigarettes anymore...
I guess, I am finally over him, she thought to herself as she took a long satisfying sip of the dark roasted Sumatra.

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She ran up the incline, panting, she was just 26 dammit, she was going to finish this god-awful marathon- she chided herself, even as her body complained. In ten years, she might not be able to pull it off. Besides, she was not sure she'd find the motivation again.

She stopped for a breather at the volunteers table and picked up a paper cup of water.

Peter, do you need some water?
No dad, I am good.
Ok, lets go then... all set?
Yup, Dad.

The balding man put the little boy with paralyzed legs in a harness and attached the harness to his back and took off.

Maybe, she'd find reasons. Her hand went instinctively to her flat belly and her mind to the unopened six pack of EPT she had bought at costco last evening.
She tossed the papercup, missing the gray bin, smiled at the volunteer as she started running. Suddenly, it seemed easier.

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Words were blurry, the cursor blinked crazily. Her fingers could not find the keys on her laptop. Thoughts formed and as she went to type them, they vaporized... and she paused, with her fingers poised above the keyboard.
What is wrong with me? it is a fucking online ad-copy for godssake.. I used to be able to rattle them off in my sleep... I am getting old and senile and happy and fat, I can't keep a thought in my head long enough to see its colors...
Life had taken away the angst and without the angst her words weren't poignant enough. Her thoughts were like well fed puppies, they held people for less than five seconds before they left to read about someone else’s searing pain. Love was killing her career.

Hey you! up so early?
How can you see anything, you are wearing my glasses!
Here, coffee, just the way you like it, black without sugar,
he said, as he dropped a kiss on her tousled head.

She watched him close the door behind him as she nursed her favorite coffee cup.
This was worth everything.
She smiled as the blinking monitor shifted into focus.

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Mom, why are the cars not moving?
umm, sweetie, I think there is an accident.
oh! what happened mommy?
I think someone was not being careful and they bonked their car.
Why is that person not moving?

I was not sure what to tell my child, I had not yet figured out whether I believe in God, if there existed such a thing as heaven, if there were souls, What was death? What happened to us when we died? I did not know how to answer her question.

Mommy, do you think he is dead?
Yes, sweetie. I think so.

I guess, for now, this is enough.