octagonal snow

It snowed a little bit today.
I went for a brief walk at lunch and captured a blip of the fresh windblown snow.

Later I spent some time talking to a very intelligent man, who had been a door gunner in Vietnam, then spent thirty years as a heroin addict.
I'd like to tell you I'd do better, but probably not. I'd probably be dead or worse.

I wish I could give you more than my blind musings,
give you some sort of inspiration or wisdom,

But it's not there,
nada,
rien.

Hope you all have had a good day, good photos, good luck, a touch of love, a little happiness, a bit of music, a dollup of poetry, a taste of joy.