Hurry Hard!

The story of my failed attempt at curling when I came, I saw, and was most assuredly conquered.

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cool autumnal breath
a crimson leaf does its dance
foretelling of change

Posted in #SeptemberScrawls - Day 22


writing is a form of meditation, subtle clicking of the keys, peaceful scratches of pen on paper, sounds that mask our stray thoughts while allowing our stories to be made manifest. prose that can bare our souls like wearing our hearts on our sleeve. unobstructed views of our most vivid thoughts and deepest inspirations, words are the brightest sunshine illuminating the beauty that lies within the still night of our mind.

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And here I thought the U.S. electoral map was fragmented. It’s colourful at least, so there’s that. 🤷🏻‍♂️

Codex Comforts

Paper books have been around for a long time, and there’s a good reason for that

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Depending on the results of our Federal election tonight I may need either alcoholic beverages, or one of the Men in Black to show up with the memory wiping device.

The words found in your heart and soul, are the strength to draw upon when life challenges you. If you need to right yourself, you need to write your self.

Pete Moore

Posted in #SeptemberScrawls - Day 19

One of these things is not like the other…

The Only Stat That Matters

Why I don’t run analytics on my blog

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enthralled by the music,
not of instruments
but of the crunching of snow under foot,
and her breath against my chest.
a blissful serenade of white gold
and crisp chill winds whispering through the dark,
welcoming her to share in my warmth.
losing ourselves in the nocturnal artwork,
a masterful stellar mosaic
smiling down from above,
watching us share our moment.

Posted in #SeptemberScrawls - Day 17

(Longing for peaceful winter walks with my wife again)