Another

Another of those sweet little solitary patches of rainbow - without an arc to it's name. I've never seen noticed one before and now two in a month!? Sundogs were suggested but this one was due South, half a sky away away from the rising sun. Most peculiar.

I can't believe this was taken this morning, 5am to be precise. Apart from an hour off at lunchtime to bathe and have a sandwich I wrote and typed for eleven hours straight, crafting the last of the material to use with a telephone client at 5.00pm.

Yeeha! IT WORKS. They WE have come SUCH a long way. After the call I was high as a kite, restless as a post-gig rock-star. Wandered out to the other side of my sit-spot entranced by patterns, patterns everywhere. The weeds, the weeds. I fell in love with the weeds till starling o'clock roused me home to some fairly mediocre snaps of fuzzy green lines. I guess you had to have been there, or been on what I was on. It's life Jim, but not as we know it. A momentous day. Thanks for stopping by.

Still can't believe this was taken only this morning, whole universes traversed between then and now.