they are especially on valentine's day. but no matter, there is no participation on my part. but then what is my part anyway? last year i sent blue irises. i would argue that that is more interesting.
rain today, not heavy rain. just the "enough to be annoying" kind of rain.
missed my bus stop cause i was in too deep into the shakespeare i was reading. maybe that nerd test i took was correct.
another change in residents in the abode is imminent. watching others' choices and consequences. it is an unfiltered sort of way to learn the patterns of living life with minimal drag and damage. yes, damage. it happens. we do it to ourselves. sometimes we revel for a moment at other's mishaps but it only lasts a moment. then the heart has an option to soften and feel compassion or let the ego run wild and yell "i told you so." maybe our own suffering makes us aware of our potential humanity, we can empathize even if we don't sympathize.
i drove miles
to put leagues
and my being.
the time it
to get away
was the time
that one lingers
rain again. let the rhythm be a lullaby