On days where I feel completely overwhelmed by the amount of work I have to complete, I walk outside to clear my thoughts. It helps to certain extent, but the anxiety lingers. Seems life always has a sprinkle of it no matter where I go or how I feel. By all accounts, this summer is a blast — one of the most eventful and memorable. It’s usually the case with most summers. I’ll end this with a poem.
See the face I dare not speak,
The woman from my dreams and a thousand seas,
There she lays on the river of dreams,
Imagine her calling and thou shall see,
How she came and she gone like the passing dream,
Darling… what are we?