Another day in the throw of wind.  Pleasant cage melts as water runs the way of aluminum, painted white.  Chip chip ... concrete bang.  Yep, another brick in the wall, crumbles.  Although in contrast, the patio floor would fit better.  Drip drip.  Yep, ice is running scared downward, no ice picks to pierce, just an avalanche ready from 12 foot high walls.

I feel like an irrigation farmer ... for a second, I'd imagine.  Directing water like a cop to rush hour traffic.  Waves tend to crash and bulge into runways that redirect devastation, and wet feet.  

I slipped today.  Yep.  Recognized I favor my camera over my physical body ... but as fate may or may not have had it, I remembered to fall on the softer parts where broken bones need not mend.  Also saw someone walking on water ... yep.  Too bad I couldn't get the photo .. I could have had proof of the reoccurrence of Jesus.  Atleast that is what tales say ...

But I must say, for the first time, I've stepped on water.  Felt the slush beneath my boots, but only ventured two feet out ... nope, not too stupid.  *laughs*

And this concludes the day .. as the Being in me is satisfied today, for once.