Maybe, they told me. Maybe.
For stretches, for weeks, it’s a same old day,
but my brain starts to hum whenever I remember,
Maybe, it tells me. Maybe today.
.
.
Oh! The anticipation! Will it be? Won’t it? It’s like waiting for lottery numbers to be drawn.
Shawn L. Bird 
Yeah teach, we have won before we have bought the ticket…
How”s the weather in the valley?
Still warm or are you seeing hint of snow?
Lots of colour. Fog in the mornings around the lake. Getting crisp, but not cold.
Wow, does the lake disappear within the fog?
Usually it’s sitting above it, perhaps 100′ or so, like its own personal cloud. When you drive along the highway there are spots where it’s foggy, often those are high groundwater areas.
Dear Mrs. Bird, you’re always serious..
Do you ever get out to play?
Awakening your inner child!
The disappearing lake, is similar to the mountains, which if your god has some humor in the morning, plays with those of us..
Letting us, create the image in our childlike mind, as i would bringing, into it, loving fantasy!
Here is a fantasy dream, with a wink, a couple of blinks, and a soft loving kiss, that’s if your other half d0esn’t mind..
>>snort<<
Serious? My hair is blue, pink, and purple, Chris. Not so seriously.
Both the other half and this half would mind, but thanks for the compliment.
i bet the kids would love that!
lol
Today’s as good a day as any.
True, but in this case, waiting for the word from elsewhere…