passion don't fade

Coming Forth by Day
-- by Phillip Whalen

I must get up early in the morning
Let all the insects out to air and feed
They come back nightly, ever faithful
Even this cold weather when I wished
They’d all be dead


Small victories keep my days rolling past. I have a few weeks before my IB training in India and then it should be an easy slide down into winter break. The leaves are changing, days are getting colder, and I found a stack of photos on a friend's coffee table. Thumbing through I saw pictures of myself from the past few months and realized that I have started a history here. However brief, I have put enough time into this place to be part of the history told in a stack of photos. It makes me wonder how many coffee tables hold pictures of me.

Can I spread this face all over the world?