While the morning held promise of a logical, thoughtful, detailed entry for today, the guilt factor kicked in – again.

Some artists keep unfinished canvases or portfolios tucked away in a closet. Some seamsters/quilters/talents of textiles tuck away their various threads in places unseen. Some musicians keep scores in the shadows.

Me- I stare at the unearthed items of yet another attempt of springtime splurging and debate bury, burn or bother. A new page has been added with a lean towards ‘bother.’ When I began this folly, it was for photos, ponderings, poems and prose. Well, time for a page for prose. Otherwise, a new poem has been added to the poetry page (some translation may be required).

So rather than dive into the earlier dawn-inspired topic for today, it will be tucked away for another day when insanity isn’t at such a ridiculous high.