Saturday, September 17, 2011
A vivid synaptic fireworking dance within my brainpan. Not that there is any direct verbal component. The last sip of coffee for the day it lingering it's echoes on my pallet. A few conversations and the sun is past vertical. Just a brief touch in here and back to the mundane tasks and creative throughput that will move my person through this weekend a bit farther or could I say further. Hmm, shades of the Merry Pranksters. Be well.