Morning arrives.

A day past Friday. Morning arrives slowly. No rain in sight. One can continue to hope. A new weekend routine of morning and then sitting watching swimming lessons through the mid-morning. Schedules, they are good things in times of beige. Tell me where and when and I am there. To have to think and create is not a possiblity.

Creativeness is gone or at least hiding well. Dull, things inside and around me seem dull. Sadly many things shouldn't be. Another weekend to float by.

Peace.