Today being the first day of the month celebrating purification, where's the starting line? Those meditative moments beg to carry on. The ones where I'm feeling thrilled to still notice the difference between the finish vs. the front taste of the red blend. So why purify the existence that will find itself in eternity down the road? Shit needs cleaning up.

The red shadow on the moon glow pledges that there are some more firsts left in this lifetime (and the wisdom to know the difference). Exiting hibernation this year needs some stamina, hence the purify or fy-fy-were king.

Urging from 25 to keep taking the 409 out of the garage may be the remaining cling on the Johnson Coach as it keeps on rampaging. The face looks like the kind that has heard harmonica music around a campfire even while keeping up with olay-olay. The secret to today's serenity: Loving the self that makes the love here keep on cycling.