Sunset and eggs

I snuck from work a bit early and managed to get in a quick 5 mile walk before heading into the city. The silence was only relative, but it helped me order my head and decide what to write here. The sun served up an awesome display of brushed cotton orange as it kissed the edge of the earth, and I realized as I walked into the sunset that I was growing a new body inside the shell of my old, and it's this transformation of both body and 'me' that I need to write about. Transforms should happen all the time, but ruts can trap, and I've been stuck in a descending track since I died more than 20 years ago....

Interesting. I'll have to think about that for a bit...