Green grass.
Magnolia breeze.
I can deep breath it.
I am not angry for I am nothing at all.
Some days are good for coming back down to Earth and people are the damnedest television show.
They do treat each other well. Sometimes.
In panic or crisis..
It’s when things are easy..that’s when ya gotta watch out for em..
Call it
“predictably dog-shit”.
But none of that matters..
At ze moment..
Thou shalt not be dismayed.
Nor disgruntled nor disgraceful nor ungrateful.
Cruising altitudes and windshear aside ..
Stretch.
Breathe.
Feed cats.
I’ll come back.
dusk 