We went out last night to the local bowling alley. I'm glad I don't have seizures, but at first it was a little tricky aiming with the lights dancing on the floor. Still I almost broke 100, haha. Oh yes, the art part. With the black lights on, I loved the way the bowling shoes looked. It reminded me of Tron. I intend to do something artistic with this. Just you wait.
The tree looking at itself in my window, casts a shadow on my wall. Strange, I don't remember asking him in.
Did this at the Library. It started out a rainy day today, but ended up bright and cool. I love sitting in the Library, it's like being in the woods. And yet there is so much to ponder I'm just floating.
It seems that the problems that used to hold me back have taken root. Though now I often feel drawn to their shade, and to lay in the grass at their feet, I shall resist. There are clouds rising, and I with them shall pass.