Holiday Helmet Hellos

2024.08.31

Good morning that wonderful way.

What's new?

What's up?

What's that even mean?

What's up with meaning?

What's up with cryptic hellos?

How you doing?

Getting it done?

Living the dream.

Been there, done that.

Got a t-shirt.

And a bumpersticker.

Sold the farm.

Bought a condo.

Skyscraper views.

Where'd you choose?

Sunny L.A.?

Skyscraper-y N.Y.?

Some acronym free zone?

Some long named country town?

A Curier and Ives Wintertime-y place?

A sunshine surfboard's dream scene?

Where ya been?

Home, as soon as I figure out where that is.

Future, future, who's got today?

Dogs and cats and bridie tweet tweets wouldn't be complete without proper names to settle them into our homes.

Holiday weekend starts, today.

There are Literal Women the Country over having babies on Monday. Labor Day, USA.

Dead leaves on the deck. Autumn stretches her neck. "Is it time, yet?"

It's always time, my dear Autumn, always about that.

Yes, the number is up. Your ticket in line was just called. Grab your paint brushes and color palette and go! Start the final chapter of this show.

Nature is always a good place for your words.

It's how story works. There are always two stories to every story.

There's the character's development matched with the development of the world around them.

Always The World's story arc as much as the heroes.

So, two main characters. Always.

And it's always about the reflection of the two.

If you find yourself in a Shakespearean drama and it starts to rain, forget your umbrella and grab your helmet.

Shits about to get real.