So today, as I greet the very first, no kidding, day of May, I'm standing beside myself, wondering if this is a dream. I mean, the grass is green, kind of. the winter's debris is strung all over everything. but it just doesn't feel like a renewal period. "Does it?" my dreams are even strange.
hmmmm. maybe preternatural time has run out?
why ask me, what do I know. but something sure as heck as changed in this old world.
ok, I'm off again. ( sure sounds like it, doesn't it)