Pardon my Ramblings

 

I used to think that nostalgia was a thing of the past, but I was so much older then. Today, I seem quite content to be inside, warm and looking out of the window.  Life is colliding out there, falling off of bicycles, investing in the wrong things and believing the advertising.  It is turmoil in living color.  I no longer desire to be a part of the action.  I need not leave my mark, choose between paper or plastic or stay in my lane.  From here I am free to think, observe, care or not.  There is no one left to count off for spelling.  I haven’t got a grade or goal and no longer care about the clean plate club.  I am painted with the image of an old man, scary to those who see me as their future and wise only compared to a select few.  Consider this my Rorschach, which has leaked from my pen.  Make of it what you will.  I'm going for coffee.