Wetness

Seems early for the red bud.

Seems early for about everything.

For reasons unknown, the stillness and zen-like peace of this picture, though not still with the unsettled breeze this morning moving the branches to and fro... and the water drops dancing on the petals and buds... brings to mind once again The Hollow Men by T.S. Eliot.

https://allpoetry.com/the-hollow-men

Mistah Kurtz-he dead
            A penny for the Old Guy


This is the way the world ends
    This is the way the world ends
    This is the way the world ends
    Not with a bang but a whimper.





I rode the bike trainer again during lunch. More tired than yesterday and failed badly with a rep of push-ups afterwards.  But I made the effort and got through a half hour. Tomorrow if I manage to muster the mojo, should be better! :)