The Warmest Ice

Today, I spent a lot of time driving through town alone.  When I'm alone, I think, observe, listen, and learn a lot.  I like convincing myself that I like being alone.

Anyway... I wrote today:

Perusing through photographs of the young
Eyes, a desirable dark, a solemn optimism, but not like any other
As deep a history as where the Kraken is found

There lies instilled the saddest, most serene solitude
Yet, the puniest, warmest hands prove chilled as ice
Time - a wish - to freeze the melancholy eyes

And melt the warmest ice

AGOY YOGA

After practicing piano until 10:45, some of my friends and I decided to do yoga out by the slab until the HFAC security guard kicked us out...

We just HAD to do yoga:

The sunrise is on the other side, dummy.

Today is my birthday.

I woke up at 7 a.m. to go on a photo excursion down the street...

I took lots of photos of the moon, trees, rooftops and chimneys...

I returned home, scooped myself a mug of rice porridge, and did yoga for 20 minutes as I waited for my photos to upload.

(My warm excursion clothes.)