reckless beauty.

Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night. - Rainer Maria Rilke

 How has the weekend so flown by 

that I don't even know what day it is

except to say that I am awake 

against my inclination to stay in bed.

Beside a minor breakdown at the apple store on Saturday

and the fact that I can no longer comfortably sit or walk
(I feel and look a bit like I have been in a car wreck...
no...a demolition derby)

thanks to tubing on the lake yesterday,

the weekend was quite lovely - so lovely

that my mind is still drifting

photo found here.