Ridiculous
The cabin is remote, the Adirondacks are beautiful, but I don't get it until the next morning. My friend has wood that needs to be split, so I offer.
The cabin is remote, the Adirondacks are beautiful, but I don't get it until the next morning. My friend has wood that needs to be split, so I offer.
The street car is filling up; riders eager to board at each stop, most appear on the way to somewhere fun. The mood on the street car though, is tentative. Is there going to be trouble?
If you can wait. If you can have faith. If you can trust in the gifts of the universe then you will find that there's gold everywhere.
In a fit, I shrugged off my useless efforts and left them in a sullen heap on the floor. I put on my jacket and headed out through the storm and to a movie.
"What do I have to do with Toil's obvious struggle with his own existence? I live two doors away. I hardly know the kid," he defended.
Then the bigger bee stopped what he was doing, nodded, and said that, "Right after that, we heard Coltrane, riding the same velvet sweep out that window. A 1959 live recording of Davis' 'So What.' That changed us forever man. That stuff rearranges your soul. It plugs you in."
"Orion, I know you're busy, so I won't take too long. We've decided to open up the night sky a little to more current symbols of the times. We don't have a lot of 'mighty hunters' walking the streets anymore as you may have noticed. But we do have 'crossing guards.'"