Kinda Sad, Ain't It
The rays of the morning sun are shining brightly through the particles of dust showering the room. Like tiny little white flakes of sunshine they dance on the air. Now you might say that’s a very poetic way to describe a nasty room that needs dusting or the fact that our HVAC filter needs changing. But such as it is, on this bright and cold December morning. Still I’m here chewing up the last of my gummy vitamins, a small reward for taking all my morning medication. Last night I dreamed of frost covered cats and a hungry young family, that me and my wife fed out of there need. It appeared in the dream that we lived on top of a run down gas station in a small rural town. But the mother and her small children were appreciative of what we could give. While I warmed the half-frozen cats under the covers of our bed. I think the dream came out of our own experience of being a young and poor family. While the cats and the old cold home came from the last ten years of our lives. But ...