A new day
Today is a new day. It is raining again, third day in a row. Cold still, jacket weather. closed shoes and sweaters. I long for Spring, warmth, and touch. My being untouched and over worked. Paying to be alive is a stress. Being alive is a blessing. Being alive is wild and weird. I feel irritation at responsibilities. I just want to work on my own fun stuff. My own fun projects. My art. My expression. I want to be with my love. My partner at my side. I am a wanting machine.