I cannot be water, thought rock, nor can I be sun or tree.
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Rock and Water – a conversation

I cannot be water, thought rock, nor can I be sun or tree.
Knowing we can get into hot water any time we please certainly takes the bite out of cold weather.
This year, I will accept myself and others as we are: whole and complete and doing our darndest.
All we want for Christmas is new porch decks and siding on our pole barn. And, we always get what we want.
One of many brief encounters during the short time I drove for Denver Yellow Cab in the ’70s.