M. Daniel Smith (mdanielsmith.com)

Hope you're doing okay. Appreciate the jolt that came from the change in your employment at the school. Their loss. No one's gain. But tough people make it through. I have no doubt you will end up where you belong.

Eh.... not according to my wife. Which means I'm doing something right. I think..

Clocks, external to one's innermost needs, are useless things. Let your feelings be fed.

I am this many IQ points. One. Why do you ask?

Step, into the endless view of nature's pull to move into.... a place where energy resides, in placid pool, or cloud swept sky. This is where questions are asked and answered. Whispered in the wanderer's ear. Here, come here. Join your spirit with ours.

No.... using it to their own ends. Puppet, meet strings.

Echoes seek your ears
Answering questions asked
In silence

When I lived In Puerto Rico for twelve wonder-filled years, mosaics were in display at the entrances at towns and cities. Love the Hispanic culture. Still miss it at times.

So.... guilty? If so, when I was young, and clumsy, I was dropping plates or cups and such to provide artists with pigments in solid form to craft with.
Yeah. Wish I'd thought of that to say while in timeout. Sigh....

Inspired in the moment by your creative image. As happens often with all my BlueSky friends.

So that's where my favorite drinking cup disappeared to. Keep it. I'll get another.

In layers, textured in pastel tones and swirling hues.... an image formed revealing mood and memories of shaded days in flowery glade.... where life slowed down and dreams were made....

Mini-doberman riding on a small platform over the back wheel. Sign around neck. Has Rabied, Will Bite.

Or a reminder that childhood happened for a reason. When we were young enough to just get on and go.

The snow goes where it will. On fall from sky, to wind driven drift. To sift between every nook and cranny. Flaky fingers in restless mood, 'til springtime sun sweeps white to green.

I too took a 30 minute bike ride. Sat on the seat for five minutes getting my helmet on. Took it off to turn on the blinking light. Needed a new battery. Finally found one. Climbed back on and saw i forgot my water bottle. Filled it.... darn! Time to go back in for my nap. Sigh.

Through a misted view, seen the essence of nature's breath in pause. To hold until the day comes awake and sings it's siren song. To rise, to chirp and rustle of leaves teased by playful breeze. Come all creatures, fish, and fowl.... come and seize the day.

Promises of what's to come found in every huddled bud. Waiting for the warmth of sun, higher in the sky each day bidding them to come out and play. To unfold their wings and sing the Spring, Summer, Autumn days away. Then dance in Fall's wind to waiting beds. Their stories told by next year's buds.

If you open the door, one will show up, amazing you with what they share. Happens to me all the time. Especially with strong-willed women taking on the world.

Here's a tissue. Save it for the next one.

And the latest one, read with teary eyes?

Cloaked in flakes of frozen water, waiting for Spring's soft release, turned into rush and racing flow to where the water's forced to go. Then start the cycle once again, when Summer turns to Fall, to Winter's snow. To wait on Spring's soft call....

Straight blade versus Sabre.

Hope it didn't exceed the legal limit.

Where can I get a ticket???

Yes. What could go wrong...
Sounds like the start of a great horror movie.

Sending you a crate of hinges, made in a blacksmith shop near me. Guaranteed to keep your mental door in place against any and all.... gusts of hot, mindless gusts.

Thanks!

Great! I'm going to be entering a literary contest with first 5000 words on my newest effort. Crafting every sentance, looking to get a representation deal with an agent.

The honor was writing what came through as I looked at your amazing image. A gift to me....