Not real rain, but the dribbles and drabs of spit from the sky. Here's hoping tomorrows forecasted "precipitation" is a bit more hardy. Lasting enough to wet the pavement beyond seconds would be nice.

Work continues as does life. Nothing exciting beyond the mundane. Once again leaving one in the dark spaces of one's own mind. Perhaps light can shine through. Doubtful, but worthy of thought.

May Peace ring out soon.