Let's follow each other. On Twitter. Let's follow each other.
What can you handle? What's your Twitter handle?
Let's follow each other. My brother. My sister. Let's say one thing or another.
The season has changed. We are here. Dry Season is here.
In our midst I feel its presence. The weather is nice. It makes sense. Dry Season comes with ice.
Guessing around the hills in solitude, I realized the droughtiness of the soil. I cleansed my body with olive oil. I overheard the songs of a lovely bird from a high altitude.
Away from the constellation of the stars, I saw the moon standing in jubilation. My childhood memory came to visit me when I was reciting my morning meditation. “Oh!, I said, let me go meet a planet called Mars.”
What a life! Where is Niel Armstrong? He traveled to the sky; he was strong. Where is...? He did that. Where is...? He did this.
Beautiful and ephemeral. Is life. Live it today: it is your era. Such is life!