A Chubby Wubby Eye, smiling and just waiting under the overpass.

Ok, so I am not really melting, but it certainly feel that way.  You know its hot when you can feel the heat though the soles of your shoes.  That is the kind of heat we had today, and If it is a sign of what is to come, I know we are in for a hot Tokyo summer.

At least in the late afternoon, on my walk home, the sun was beginning to come down, and the mercury dropped a little.  The shadows were sharp and crispy like saltines.  The edges so defined between the shade and the lit part of some images.  I prefer the shade, at least to cool my weary head.

Lost keys, a found slapped images of Edison, I think.  If so, why would someone paste a tiny picture of Edison to a light pole?  That is beyond me.

It is Wednesday.  It is windy and as usual I walked my tired self home.  It seems like the closer I get sometimes the farther away I feel.  This being said, I still am truly thankful for the world that we live in.  I am thankful that I have the time and energy to keep on pursuing my voice, no matter how hoarse it may become.

I love that pause that starts Friday night.  The time to recoup my strength.  A chance to restore my mental and physical energies.  I time to reflect on the week, and plan the week to come.

I give thanks that I made it to another Friday night.  A lovely ritual of home cooked food, a glass of wine, the warm glow of candles, and the company of my wife.  It is a beautiful ritual.

All stay upfull and blessed!!

The blues can really shine on and take on a life of their own.  Those deep sky blues that seem endless, every reaching into the cosmos.  The rust that meshes with the colors, as its base metals rust away from the inside.

Little details, look, and have been seen.

Yesterday the skies darkened, and spring vanished .  The rain came down continuously from the heavens. Never letting up.  Never slowing down.  As the thermometers plunged, I braced myself for a bit of a stroll in the rain.

Rainy, Wet and Cold.