Seventeen syllables, No. 60

The cool breeze, like a
Guitarist, strums on quiet
Waves, playing splash-chords.

Seventeen syllables, No. 59

The shadows of three
Doves fly across the early
Morning asphalt sky.

Seventeen syllables, No. 58

The Sun, unmuffled
By clouds, and chirping birds sing
Outside my headphones.

Ten more to go...

Seventeen syllables, No. 57

Above, the full Moon
On my shoulders makes my shirt
Glow even bluer.

Some space station windows...

Song in my head: Miley Cyrus, "See You Again."

Seventeen syllables, No. 56

The pickup-hitched boat
Sails, leaving a rainwater
Wake on black concrete.

Automotive jungle

Just came from work, and finally had lunch at the Outlets. To me, then, at least, it is weird to come upon such a packed food court.

I value the stability that having a job (maybe I should say jobs) gives me. Fact is, yesterday I was finally able to buy all my books for all my classes. ^_^ It keeps me busy, so that I don't have to be alone with my thoughts all the time, which historically is not the best thing for me anyway. I truly believe that it's a blessing from God that I'm able to do both the things I love to do and the things I have to do.

The last day to voluntarily withdraw from Colleague was yesterday. That means I'm stuck with these classes!

I'm excited that three of my side projects are nearing completion. Hopefully all goes well. I think I have 13 haiku left to write. So here's to getting things done. In contrast, I haven't walked all week... I have to do something about that. Maybe tonight.

Thanks for reading.

Song in my head: Kenny Loggins, "For the First Time". I have to play this in front of some discriminating executives. Hope it goes well.

Seventeen syllables, No. 55

In a speeding truck,
The cool, fenced jungle night scent
Is just one breath long.