Bliss

Another perfect night. That makes like two in the last two weeks. Total serendipity. This time the pink/purple sky coupled with a gentle salt water breeze was breath taking. Total zen.

No way it would get any more sublime; but then I walked out on the beach and saw this:

The moon created a golden path on the water. The most zen I've ever felt, or seen.

Perfect Day

The sun sinks lower in the sky now
Angles of light diffuse through green leaves
Shifting shadows silently and succintly.
Summer is silently shimmying into fall.
Haze riddled mountains appear bright and clear
and white puffy clouds move their unique
designs across the trees colored by shadows
made by a lower sun.
Evening breezes bring promise
of cooler days and brilliant blue skies.
Oppressive heat dashes from the sight of the
westward wind willowing its way to me.

Why Brett, why?

So Brett Favre has went the way of Joe Montana. Ugh. Why can't he give it up. Yeah, it's football, gets in your blood, clouds your judgement, makes you crazy, can't live without, makes the world crystal clear, blah blah. But still.

He is a Packer, and only sullies his reputation by donning another uniform in a hideous color green.

On the flip side . . .

This frees up Chad Pennington (a Thunderin' Herd alum - woohoo) who would look kickn' in orange and blue.