Today was pay day at the shop. We finished two cars and handed them over to satisfied customers. There’s been a strong wind blowing leaves and various items all around the place.
I often feel like I’m in some kind of play, and what I see are props on a stage. Heaven feels close; an arm’s reach away. Things are gone tomorrow, and here for the day.
Work is work. Money is money. People are people. Etc. etc. There are lots of beautiful people and things in the world. Maybe I’m one of them.