Why should life all labor be?
-Alfred Lord Tennyson
This is not work. These are just words. Any words will do. They do not need to serve a purpose or accomplish a goal.
Pleasant words to make me happy, maybe you too. Idle words to pass by with nary a glance. Frivolous words to frolic irresponsibly in the face of pressing needs and urgent demands.
Maybe some pictures. Scribbles and scratches smattered and smeared. Art for no reason. Captions optional.
No decisions. No deadlines. No worries, no threats.
A day for the grasshopper to laze in the sun and chirp and hop and sing.
A day, and a night, to forget what lurks ahead.
Because tomorrow is not today, and today is you and yours. Today is here and now, until it is not.
Today is today.
