Pattern Changing

 A change of pattern was in the forecast and this morning one can see it, feel it, and even smell it. More like October this morning and it felt so good to be outdoors. A new date has been set for the rapture, and I don't care. I don't give a rat's ass, frankly. I see the bindweed spreading and climbing the trellises I have improvised for it, and that pleases me greatly. Let the bindweed bind them all. I enjoy iced coffee at this moment, as the laundry is getting done, and it is cloudy and windy. I had a pleasant drive this morning. 

Sometimes I bring to mind places I've been and things I've seen and things I did in the past, and it helps me appreciate what I have and where I am. It's a minor miracle that I survived, and a miracle I got through it with no discernable damage. Pretty much intact, and even though some memories are rather painful, it's all in the past, safely put away in a box of time, far away.