The Book of Ashes
Legend in his own mind, creator of all you see here, he walks this Earth on the path of the becoming.
On Tuesday, 27, March 2007 Ashes wrote...
Faint whisperings of possibilities... 10:05PM
Our time has been cut short. An hour less a day, darkness falls early in the southern hemisphere, yet summer doesn't quite want to go yet, it lingers like its trying to make up for something. Maybe those first 2 (or was it 3) months of rain. Better late than never. Perhaps next year will be the summer that was...
Too soon darkness will fully envelop us. The cold will come, nipping at our ankles, crawling in through the gaps, seeking to be one with your inner most being. Nah I don't believe it. It doesn't get that cold here but it will be darker.
Ultimate frisbee (outdoor) has ended. Indoor starts in a few weeks. It is an interesting sport. Interesting people. Very nice. Very enthusiastic. Its good. Some among them can fly, others have hands that catch anything. I am in between. Not in a wheelchair, not good yet. I don't like it. Not being good. They are also a little crazy. They play in any weather. It was PISSING down and the game was still on. I started off trying not to get wet but gave up after a while. I got cold and my shoes weren't up for it. I was skidding everywhere in the wet, muddy grass. Maybe I needed new shoes.
The dual monitors at work are rocking on. In case I didn't mention loud enough before they two 19 inch LCDs, side by side in all their glory. Being able to code on one and see my website running on the other is great. I'm sure I must be much more productive now.
Well am tired so better head off...