11.2.25 The first of 127 days of sunset. Rocks take up the tables. There are still reminders everywhere. My voice faded to a whisper last night, but I could never stop talking to you. 10.31.25 High Altitude Turbulence. Sanguine Dusk. Etherial, Unreal. They don’t make em like this anymore, old habits - new breed. Staring down the barrel of 1000 perfect days. A head full of flowers. Right where they belong. And we might spend our time in this thoughtful garden. 10.30.25 Sundog Rainbow. Afternoon Atmospherics. These are, I think, the days of feast and fortune. 10.30.25 I guess I’m saying when it’s on it’s on. 10.29.25 I am so full of flowers 10.29.25 A brighter world unfurls before me 10.28.25 Into perfect blue forever #0085ca ##231F20 10.28.25 A time to gather stones together #0085CA 10.28.25 I'm glad I slowed down. Otherwise, I never would have noticed. #3d1397, #11164f, #2596be, #20241c, #433c91, #d2d9f4 10.28.25 Listening to the sounds from old games. Sculpting. Meditating. The sunlight on the pine tree as glistening needles. Clouds grow on the horizon. Talking to @sh9h. The first good sleep of the week. Motivated but not overeager. We are all artists. 10.27.25 There's something starting. Let's take our shoes off and unwind.