Every time I think that my next stage of adventure may be elsewhere, something like this happens.
There is a sunset every night. But I have not managed to walk the four blocks to the beach to see one since I returned from the highlands. There is no good reason. I just didn’t do it.
Last night that changed. Just as I had no good reason to go before that night, I had no good reason that night, either. Well, other than the outcome.
I think the old girl still has a lot of sex appeal in her.
The heavens declare the glory of God,
the dome of the sky speaks the work of his hands.
Every day it utters speech,
every night it reveals knowledge.