A Soul's Ecology

A Bad Day

I exist.

I don't do things.

I don't go places.

I think (far too much and far too little).

I wish for sleep:

The storm is engulfing

-A Flood-

A Good Day

I exist I do what's necessary.

I go about.

The storm is at bay

-only puddles-

A Great Day

I live. 

I have fun

in new AND familiar places.

I laugh.

The storm frozen

-temporarily-

a dew upon the ground

I don't go places