This morning... I turn to art. Writing a poem or two. Certainly reading the poets who wrote about hope from the middle of hopelessness. And collage-ing... Putting pieces from crazily disparate scraps some torn some cut some overlooked until now into a new whole with fingers crossed. And video gaming in a world not my own fishing for the elusive blue fish picking flowers taking in the scenery and killing bosses.
Morning After 2020 Election
