Chimed Noon

2024.10.21

Good morning, that wonderful way.

Again.

Yup, it's actually this afternoon. Always time for a good morning, though.

Went straight to prose earlier, don't want anyone feeling neglected, so hello.

Word prompts and what nots, how's it with you?

Just chimed noon on the Monastery bells. Not a monk, a neighbor. Though, my lifestyle might say different.

Work goes best, my work goes best in solitude.

I used to find it on city streets, in cafes, Covid helped quiet them down for me. There's a positive in all things, proof positive there.

Wonder how many facemasks litter the junkyards? How many bottles of hand sanitizer actually got recycled? Wonder if germs mutate? Wonder if this post is going morbid?

No, I know it's not.

Puppies and rainbows steal sorrow shows.

Clean them up pups and moonbeams an onto sweet dreams.

Or so it seems.

Abe is quiet sleepy in the morning. Now he's one eye asleep, one on watch, making sure it’s the wind shaking Autumn’s leaves down and not the antics of a BOP.

I ought to see if any collegiate birding professors want to hire him. He's got quite the eye and nose.

Sure he gives a slight bark, but it's going to take more than that to scare away an eagle. Probably even interest the flyer.

There's more second guessing in the afternoons. More of a pause here and there in the air.

The light is turned up so high; the radio will not be ignored.

Sunshine is so often a bully for our attention.

Near impossible to read a book, even a beach read, at the beach without a thick pair of sunglasses on a Summer's day.

He's got his work cut out for him today, Autumn's colors keep him busy.

Afternoons are a tougher time to write, there's more peace to be found in conversations. Had lunch diaries versus insightful ones.

"Had lunch with so and so today it was... blah blah blah."
-An Old Convention.

Archaic... social media takes its place as a keepsake for everyday memories.

Text messages too, if you save them.

"Your great-great-grandkids hope you do."
-My Future Self

Back to my Ghos+ Kingly duties. Rows and rows of prose.

How about a fun name poem I wrote years ago, before I go?

When one you joins another you,
You become Double-You.
And good for you.

Think of all
You could do
If you were two.

Flip the coin of chance,
Choose both heads and tails,
It's always For The Win!

When you're:

Double-You.
Why?
Double
Ends.

Take care, draw a picture, fly a kite, win a triathlon, have your better day.