I only have day's eyes for you

The petals will close, the shadows will dissolve, the path goes on forever...

Or something. I must have walked this lane that leads from my house to the road a million times in 20  years [someone will tell me that's a theoretical impossibility - never mind.]

My blipping has become increasingly random and irregular, my commenting even more so. Or perhaps it just feels like that because, after all, what doesn't exist isn't  noticed. But there have been so many generous, heartfelt  and insightful comments to which I have failed to respond and I have regrets about that. I don't have the excuse of being  busy in other ways it's just that shadows lengthen and eyes close... you know how it is.