where are we going
where are we going
why does batman get shotgun
eternal roadtrips
where are we going
why does batman get shotgun
eternal roadtrips
the tin is empty
the last crumb has been consumed
fond rememberings
a touch of bitter
flowing hot over the tongue
satisfying sigh
hiding in the night
luna questing for the sun
nocturnal obscurus
a wind driven rain
demanding to be let in
the morning sun breaks
as lightening dances
with the wicked rolling clouds
thunder's turn awaits
alone in the dark
with the boomers rolling in
what this day may hold
shared a whiskey glass
and shenanigans ensued
rainy night problems
aligning photons
friday night laser cutting
letting my geek shine
walk on a cool day
strolling through the brown and green
simply relaxing