It’s early at night so pardon the ramble or rather I might be more garrulous than usual and because I’m tired you’ll find me using words like garrulous .  My current mood wants this post to be somewhat self exploratory.  While that’s not unusual, I seldom, unless in an ambiguous haze of furtive statements,  share any protected aspect of my personal life.  Besides you get to see my soul once a week on schedule.  I’m not complicated but the general perception is that I operate sub rosa.  I just think people aren’t asking the right questions and if I don’t answer “it makes me sad to think they are unable to hear the voice of my silence.” This picture was taken some time ago and represents one of those moments where everything seemed in synchronicity, unforced, and as natural as breathing for those of us who can count ourselves lucky enough to have mastered the habit.  I had big plans for this but like every idea that bakes too long in that mind of mine, self inflicted or externally influenced, I find that I’ve kind of moved on.  It’s beautiful, it speaks to a beautiful day, for me a good day, on my good week, a thoughtful day, one of serendipitous self-reflection and the sharing of secrets without consequences.  I find that it makes me calm whenever I stare at it.  I hope it evokes a similar response. Cheers.

Musical Accompaniment – Looking 4 Myself featuring Luke Steele