Electricity Perhaps

Sunday, May 18, 2025

Good morning, The Wonderfell Way.

Boom. Crash. Snap and Bang. Heavy thunderstorm while we slept.

Even Abe flinched at a few strikes.

A rock and roll glow bowling lightshow in the sky.

How are you? O/

Zip-zap game face you got this place set your pace ready for Life?

Today's not your first rodeo.

On with our show...

Lights. Camera. Forget the camera. Lose the lights.

Sunshine and friend's eyes are enough for you.

About an hour before the first bird sings.

A new calm in the air.

Perhaps the lightning set a different charge to the atmosphere.

Perhaps each rain drop fell amped infused on a shock and singe therapy mission.

Perhaps The Earth runs on electricity like a modern home.

Perhaps lightning resets the generator, resets the cycle, stops, breathes and relights the electrical cross-current flow to make everything grow and go go go.

Perhaps black coffee and sugar sugar sugar zip the zap of every map plotted course to a day.

Perhaps. Perhaps. Perhaps.

A word of wonder in this wonderful place.

Stars and stripes and plans for today on my mind.

New steps down a well-plotted path.

I do hope something new finds you and lifts your spirit a fraction or two today.

Some old dream reignites from electric electrodes hopping hope clouds in your mind.

Synaptic shocks wave hello to old dreams made new to re-spark their mission to be made real.

Poetic prose work in this morning journal. ^

Sometimes I write sentences just to see how they sound.

Off to practical things.

I'll be back later to make sentences for you to read another day.

Take care and make wonderful your wonderful day.