Unseen movement

Like sand the days slip past without notice 'til you look out and realize there are fewer and fewer left behind. To what end is the unknown.

Life fills itself with bits and pieces of inconsistent matter. But each one unique and important to the larger picture. Where a path is created without notice. Keep moving along and the unknown will present itself eventually. Where the road lies one does not know.

Another day off of work. Little E and I have no large plans, just bits and pieces. Perhaps fun will arise somewhere along the path. A slow day lies ahead.

Inside it all exists probably best to leave it there.

Peace.