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T O O K . T H E . D A Y . O F F

It is already two-thirds into the month of January can you believe it? I played hooky from work today and quiet honestly I feel no guilt, I just don't care anymore. I know I should but I would only be kidding myself if I said or thought otherwise.

I haven't accomplished anything ground breaking along the lines of productivity but being off and being relaxed and content for the moment must be good for something perhaps good for the soul.

J U S T . D R I V E

Have you ever taken a drive, down a road you frequent often, perhaps with a fork bearing right and left, this fork of which you always bear left into? Now lets say you are on your drive down this said road and you bear right just to try something different, just to see where it might lead. I figure you'll end up somewhere new or take a new route right back to where you started or where you had always been led. That is exactly where I am now.

A nearly straight road with few curves maybe a bit bumpy from neglect and the effects of time and weathered slightly by natures elements. This road edged with old wise oaks, with thick trunks and limbs weighed heavily with snow and concealed ice. The sun bright and unseasonable warms the grounds exposing its beauty while creating random rays of dancing light shimmering off the now wet and glistening ice. These rays shine down, dancing and make me squint while offering an opportunity at a slightly new perspective and hope through half open eyes and simple joyous curiosity.

D O . T H E . B L A C K . I C E . T A N G O

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