Semi-Daily Scribbles

The lady of the hothouse has the last word. Yes. She nourishes travelers with assent; affirmation. She catalogues the teeming masses growing outside her door. Haves transition into Have Nots as days accumulate inside a vault. Some years are in the black, some years are in the red. Positive, negative, symmetry, mystery. Vanity is the insurmountable mountain, rising high and covered in ash. There are better ways to climb to the heights of understanding. Start with the first color that comes to mind. Leave a trace of the soil and soul that went into every decision. The trail will lead someone to the sun for the first time, and he will understand where the light has been hiding all his life.