I like cloudy mornings, not always, but almost always. I love rain and I’m mad about thunder storms. I love the way streaks of mild lilac tear through the skies in a million veins followed by a divine rumble. Rain, how beautiful is the rain. It didn’t rain today. Sad.

I should call if I want to talk. What should I say? What would I say? I want to say what you cannot hear, understand or feel. You wish not to hear what I say, for you fear the the integrity of your mind, heart and soul. You know I can tear you world apart, your heaven tumultuous, your fires pacified.

Was in meetings from two to six today, straight shot. More tomorrow. Days will be hectic now. The swords are ready.