Friends on Ice

Sunday February 23, 2025

Good morning, that wonderful way.

Back. O/

Hope all is well, time for a spell… called today.

On with the show.

Chomp. Chomp. Chomp.

Abe chews his food, a fan’s low hum, whatever song a sunrise sings for the sound scene so far.

Spring flexes her muscles, toots her horn of plenty.

About 30 degrees warmer today than it’s been for a week or so.

Still a lot of sunshine days left to clear so much snow.

But we can talk about the weather anytime; it’s always a factor.

And we do like our factors.

They’re what we share.

When we say we have a lot in common with someone we mean we have common factors.

Similar ideas and experiences are pieces we use to make sense of our lives.

If you and your new friend both grew up in an Artic tundra, and you just found out this fact(or), you just found a friend for life.

A shared experience of a childhood growing up in the arctic makes a great foundation for a warm friendship.

The words are glacier slow the past few days; the weather of another kind.

Perhaps a trip to a keyboard is in order soon for the morning journal.

Speedier lines to help Spring her Sprung.

Take care, icebergs or suburbs, stay warm and make a better day.