Change, that is. Snow. Last night, I ran outside and sang a holiday song, walked a Bagua circle, and jumped back to the little dry tropic pocket called 2106. The home. The holiday. The weirdness. Yes, it's been a few weird moments, from previous post to this here one. I was surfin' other bloggies, saw some photoshop-colorings, thought I could do it, and messed with the little doodie above. Psh. Nuffin' to it.
Cocky meter off the charts. I feel some bursts of creative verticality with some horizontal booster rockets thrown in for free.