signs of spring, after a long cold and  wet winter. the flowers will emerge, the sun will dry things out and another season will descend. new problems and opportunities will rear its head, temptations and limitations will be created, internally the struggle will continue while outside the battle of tribalism and war of words will carry on. there is an animosity and anger simmering, skirmishes flaring up, pain is going to come.

in bits and pieces it comes together, then falls apart. apparent in it all was that there are cycles. good seasons, and lean years. sometimes the fruit is abundant, at times your mind is elsewhere, thoughts on another time and place. in attempts we come together and then apart, glimpsing what seems to be a coercive theme or tempo only to clearly understand that that was nothing of the sort. falling apart it all will, its only a matter of time.

until then we will sing to ourselves and pretend that it is all fine. and why not, should it all come crashing down tomorrow at least we had today. we had another day in the world, where we bump into one another.