Until tomorrow

The setting sun hiding behind thin clouds

Consider me brethren of the setting sun hiding behind feeble clouds.  My fatigue lingers with strength I cannot fight.  Aspirations notwithstanding, I beseech your pardon this day so that I might capture a few dreams, ethereal wisps of sleep that have eluded me these past days.

Random Thought

If we had a keen vision and feeling of all ordinary human life, it would be like hearing the grass grow and the squirrel’s heart beat, and we should die of that roar which lies on the other side of silence.

— George Eliot