Unscrambling eggs

Here's what happened. Somewhere in my experiments with the blog world, I established more than one page. Therefore entries I was making weren't publishing where I had intended. The only way to deal with this was to rearrange how the link connected and so now I'll need to either rewrite those writings to here or just pass them on to my own personal cyber history and let them float. Not to worry, all will be clear. Onward and forward.

Evening before a frost.

A continuation of days, when a sadness waits to fade and a prospect seems more of a hurdle than an undertaking. Dreariness has made it's mark and is hard to dispel. Even so a short leap to memory, creates relief since there the darkest days stay vivid.
The ongoing succession of gloom and a futile wish to have more occasions of serenity leads into little more than squandered time.
Simple activity. Easy laughter.
Onward and inescapable realization of our fragility. Atlas reduced to tears and whimper.
Sunshine and blue heaven. Vicarious activity. Great faith in unity.