To say something.

Something to me and everyone.

So what, what’s today to bring, Groundhog Day.  More winter.  Season doesn’t matter.  Only inner-season.  What weather I project and make for myself.  This could be the coffee talking but today I take over the world.

Just how I’m feeling.

I’m going to change everything.  Act out of character, beautifully.  And with irreversibly animation.

I’ll walk in the rain, walk the vineyard, get my shoes dirty, and not care.  That’s what my weather predicts.