Back to the routine

At least for a few days. Fall sets in and sunshine fades away earlier, now if our rain would return that would be splendid. I want those mucky cold wet gray days.

Life moves one step at a time. I am sure some days will run by faster and some slower.

Today is the first day of a new moment; one can hold hope or just move along. One is moving along. Life seems to hold less hope all the time and one needs to hold out for the truly wishful moments to loosen its grasp on hope.

So another day it is.

Peace.