Always inconstant...

By bikeyPete

Was it ever thus?....

When I am gone, the sun will still rise, grass will grow.......it is one of those things that we all struggle with..."I can't imagine the world without me"!

The Sun rose....bringing light into the house, a new day, I starred out the window....beautiful!

The ice patterns on the car were so delicate, the air so clean, bird song hung in the sky coming from all directions twisting like a melodic mobile.

Through the branches of the trees the bright orange orb warmed my face, a smile, that has been missing for some time on my bike ride, crept across my face.

If you don't open your eyes and see it all....

I have plans floating around my head, the next few days are manic, interlacing bits and bobs, the universe colliding in my little world.

I hope the sun shines for all of it!

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