Once again the attempt to write something of interest.
Sigh..
I'm not sure why it's so hard to write when I have no trouble talking out loud. Sometimes I talk loudly. Mainly it's because I wish to be heard.
Listening to music is fun. Taking a moment for music thearpy is an important time each day for me. This morning the next door neighboors asked us to turn the music which I was playing, down. I miss the loud music of my past but look forward to a future of beautiful melodies.
The whimsy words I whisper today are softer as time goes on but they linger forever on this page.
What a perfect Sunny Sunday in San Francisco.
Peace from Buena Vista Park.
