Semi-Daily Scribbles

We did have an argument over doors, didn't we? I don't remember what got us to that stage, but I walked in, you ran out, and wood was slammed against wood. No kind exchanges passed between us for a long time afterward. I'll admit my hospitality has been lacking of late. In fact, I've been a non-participant in the betterment of my imperious deeds. I have no branch to wave, or pipe to pass, but I do welcome you to sit under a tree with me. We'll stick to the shade, away from doors, and floors, and ceilings, and I will listen. Just listen. Listen to the nothingness around us while I discourage the urge to have the last word.