"Lately it appears to me what a long strange trip its been."

Time continues to be fleeting. Although, some days seem so long.
The purposes of writing is to express emotion. To convey something that maybe can't be communicated verbally. It may not be about communicating at all. I think its possible that we write just because.

I hope that the simple things never cease to satisfy me. Like steeping loose leaf tea in the evening. Saturating a liquid solvent to extract a soluble ingredient. That moment made me smile.