Dear Betterhalf: Today is Sunday. The perfect day to sleep in, go for a walk, and end up in a coffee shop watching people walk by and writing in my journal.

I watched the most beautiful green leaves dance in the wind as if they were dancing to their favorite song. It's as if they knew their time was short. That fall would soon be here to help them die. So they dance to this beautiful thing we call life. Through the rain and the sun and the storms... they dance. Because soon it will all be gone.

Apollo24 to Houston... this is me signing off
to go sleep on my bed of stars
good night.