in between a few custom orders I have on the go.
It is a primitive, worn old looking journal,
just waiting eagerly for stories, sketches and musings.
A wandering, wondering ponderer,
indeed may find it.
I went to the library today and collected a pile of books,
which were at once inspirational & educational -
all pulled at my heart-head strings simultaneously.
I clutched them to my chest in the rain,
thinking of all the information I held in my arms.
Soon I will go to explore them,
with the thick mist outside,
intermittent rain drops on the roof,
and last of the evening cicadas that are being