anticipation to a celebration has me snipping away at the edges of my medium. anxiously awaiting for pages to load and reveal what my comrades have commented on in the last hour... good therapy after accepting the let-go of others. but isn't that life- people coming and going? learning all you can while your paths cross?
well anyhow, these lights from passtimes drive this night into tomorrow and words seem bland. but if nothing else, drivel leaves my amigos blank boxes for happy distractions. that alone is worth it.