Passing

Another day evaporates. 

The high points, I guess, were the pair of hummingbirds stopping separately by the window to visit and then a little girl of maybe two playing peek-a-boo with me from the next table at dinner. 

A rainy day. The outside world is greening and growing. 

Just a day of work going along mostly as anticipated. A modicum of turbulence to justify the employment of a manager.

The inside world - well, it was just a day you wish had been dedicated to the pursuit of something higher. 

Maybe.