Lonely, alone, we seek – revel in, company, laughter, partnering and teamwork. Love it.
Once bound, constrained, conformist, need for decamping, reset.
Cervantes wrote, Don Quixote spoke: “Do you see over yonder, friend Sancho, thirty or forty hulking giants? I intend to do battle with them and slay them.”
Life is this incredible impossible dream, filled with unbeatable foes. Still, windmills were built with tilting in mind, weren’t they?
written / published from Calgary, AB
morning walk: 1C/34F, overcast, calm, streets dark and empty. Gusta was dragging her paws a bit this morning – or maybe it was me wanting to walk fast, hurry out, hurry back – so much to do, brain getting busy again …