We’re a day late. Hell we’re a lot later than that. Been ages since a thread. I thought I’d open up one in case there’s anyone around wants to talk or vent or whatever.

The humidity here is down, but the temps seem somehow higher than they should be in mid August. No heatwave, just expected things to cool and leaves to dry and birds to make ready to fly etc. Maybe I shouldn’t rush it so much.

I was thinking about time left, how many more times around will August come and go, for me, for certain family who still matter, things like that. I wrote these short lines.


Another August almost here
another nearly gone

How many more of these
do we have?

Only lately have I wondered.
Only lately do they seem count worthy.

And it’s sad
we’re running out of silence
to use on each other.

Even estrangement takes time.

—Moon