Almost Sunday

It's not Sunday, yet, but this has been such a depressing week that I think I will start Sunday early.

So, I will thank the Crocodile Hunter, My Friends at Opera Quad Cities, and the staff at my local pizza place, who prepared a great dinner for me tonight.

I encourage all to add three more things to the list.


The sky,
The land,
The farm sits
Waiting for me.
With its endless variation.
Each second, an inspiration.
Each inspiration an infinity of ideas.
A few shining ones I pick lazily
Floating on its ocean.
As time's beach waits
For me.
Like the farm.
The sky.