a great war leaves the country with three armies...

I read a quote somewhere--supposedly a German proverb--and I thought I'd put it here. And then I got to thinking...you know, pretty much everything is fucking bullshit.

morning

What a beautiful morning! I went outside around seven. It had been raining during the night and an odd lighting illuminated leaves in trees and the sides of buildings. Off to the east, the sky was orange and small clouds were bright with heavy shadows along their edges. There was the smell of rain on sidewalks and enough of an autumn chill to make a hooded sweatshirt just right.

This all made me feel like I had slept through the last couple of years.