A fresh breeze blows in my window this morning, cutting through the haze of so many muggy hot days. I awoke in a dream of delayed sailing, a farce in five acts of finely delineated procrastination on the verge of setting sail, but never getting there. The excuses kept unrolling before me like a finely embroidered carpet holding my attention as it not only threatened, but succeeded in suffocating me.
Afloat, not Adrift
Afloat, not Adrift
Afloat, not Adrift
A fresh breeze blows in my window this morning, cutting through the haze of so many muggy hot days. I awoke in a dream of delayed sailing, a farce in five acts of finely delineated procrastination on the verge of setting sail, but never getting there. The excuses kept unrolling before me like a finely embroidered carpet holding my attention as it not only threatened, but succeeded in suffocating me.