The weird irony of this journal’s
first entry dawns on me mere moments after sending it. The postdate hits me
like a truck.
“April Fools”, it calls with a Mockingbird cry
and a Cheshire smile. How apropos.
I’m not entirely certain how many
journals I’ve created and then quickly abandoned by the road side before the
journey has barely begun. It seems this one has gotten the upper hand however,
smashing me into the rain slick asphalt long before that opportune chance to
toss it aside just happens along.
We’ll see about that.
Lousy SMarch weather.
Test Comment
ReplyDelete