Happiness is somewhere between loathing and adoration.
Ahh yes, its time to wake up and have a nice day all you/ So as you trod through dis here creation, I man going leave you wid what Mommy Charles used to tell me. “Dere are good people all over dis world, all you have to do is open yuh eyes.”
The best moments in life are the longest, because they stay in your memory for a lifetime. Like night falling on the village I lived in on the island. When its cold, or when I am sad, when I am happy, or when I just need peace, memories of pictures like this always reminds me of simpler times, simpler because of youth, simpler because of culture, So as I look at this picture taken this evening by my brother, I remember, the village getting quiet, no cars on the highway, no people walking by on the gravel road, just birds and chickens and goats are stirring, the crackle of someone burning bush in their backyard, the sound of the bushes rustling in the trade winds/ I close my eyes and I realize, simpler times may just well have been the most peaceful times.
I am off to work, but here is a last post, a little Bob to sooth the soul