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"I've been waiting for Thursday all week." I overheard her say.
"Well, here you are." the other female replied.

What's so radical about Thursday? I wonder..

Today is March.

Yay.

glory of gloves

      The day is cold. You awake; you struggle beneath your warm comforter (aka blanket) Then you arise. Your tingling feet come in contact with the throw rug on the hardwood floor and you climb out of your slumbering cocoon. Out the window your eyes wander, the world out there looks frozen and sprinkled with snow. Is this truly the season? But; the shades in the east of colors full of splendor and warmth make the flicker of a smile play across your lips. You leave the scene for just a moment and step into the shower. The steamy water embraces your body and squeezes the chill right out. Ahhh~ 
      All too soon, it seems, your time of warmth is over and the world of cooler temperatures is just waiting to have you back. Some everyday clothes are climbed into by you. Then off to the kitchen you go to prepare a cup of tea; sweetend with a shining drop of honey. (thanks be to the bee!) With a thermos in your hand you get bundled up in a coat. And then you think in your head- "Glory be-! ..for gLoves! that iLoves!" 
      So onto your hands go those handy contraptions. Your day seems much brighter and you almost look forward to the crisp scene waiting for you behind the closed door. Because; your hands will stay WARM*
                                                        
                                                         . . .

inadequate individual

  He checked his image once more in the visor mirror of his BMW before stepping out into the crisp autumn air. The sun shone brightly but it did not impart much warmth to this section of the city. His left arm was raised and his expensive watch glistened in the light as he checked the time; still two minutes early. A sparkling, glass skyscraper towered above him but he did not look up--he seemed too preoccupied. Two sets of automatic doors whirred softly aside for this important looking man. Marble and polished chrome gleamed on either side. Everything was in perfect symmetry; potted plants, modern leather sofas, and artwork on the walls. He ascended the escalator as he gazed about. A secretary clothed in a black dress waited behind a rich mahogany desk with a fresh arrangement of exotic flowers on it when he arrived on the second floor. 
  "Good morning-" she said.
  "Good morning," he said "I have an appointment with Mr. Gorelia, if you please."
  "Why sure," she said while scrolling through some sort of list on her Macintosh, "Mr. Harms?"
  "Yes, that's me.."
  "Okay it should be just a few minutes. Have seat over there." she said waving her hand in the direction of a lavish chair beside a perfect Japanese bonsai tree.
  He sat.
  Three minutes later the famous Mr. Gorelia summoned the visitor to his spacious outer office. Mr. Harms tried to cover his nervousness as he entered.
  "There is no need to sit down," began Mr. Gorelia "What I have to say will not take long. You are not suitable for the job I had in mind. You are dismissed."
  Mr. Harms turned and walked back down the hallway. It felt like his head was exploding. How could this be happening to him? He didn't deserve it. He tried in vain to act professional as he passed the secretary's desk.
  "Have a good afternoon." he heard her say as he dashed down the escalator. He took no notice of the automatic doors as they swished aside. His mind was in turmoil. His day was spoiled. How long would it take to start all over? Where would he start?


                                                                  Questions.
                                                                          ..
                                                                          

in relation to the moon

                        ...and yes,
              because I AM so intrigued with the moon and all it's glory-
                                             I decided to do bit of art work that pertained to it.


                                                            do you love the moon?
                                                                    or just appreciate~


                                           or have you never noticed its beautiful intrigue?


                                                                              ..