Hot early autumn days remind me of my childhood. I was tired of summer and ready for school to start and to see my friends again.

I wrote this when I went back and looked at the article that I wrote about things you didn’t know about me. I know that people are going to have some of the same ones that I do but I thought that I would put a portion of myself out there for the world to read. I hope that you enjoy it.

A Haiku about cheap notebooks…

Obsessive? You say I’m obsessive?

New beginnings.

I believe I have passed as an element of the odd, even to those most akin to me. What I do has become such a food for thought and perhaps would never be considered as simple as the actual action of scratching the ballpoint against a blank page.

Memories in journals bring back a sense of balance. It reminds me to share now and later. It is a legacy.

With different subjects.