After a long weekend it takes time to recover; and if the weekend has been good, I cannot think for a while afterwards. Decision making is quite absent, except that I still need more sleep.
In a beauteous time of gathering rhyme, fuzzing with slime… I ought to listen more carefully when those around me nudge, but I am very slow, and the progress sucks.
There is one area I do not neglect and it is unsurprising for a snake like me. My senses are attuned directionally violet.
We each have our own relationship with karma, and in my case, a wilderness of women awaited. I am still there really