sky colors

I was driving 2 days ago and looked over to my right and saw the sun rise over the mountains. The sky was partly cloudy and the mountains still had snow at the tips which reflected the morning kaleidoscope of color. I thought to myself how I should have taken a camera just in case of emergencies like that one. Not that I am much of a photographer, but it gets old going to sleep at night knowing you missed something or forgot to realize a moment in time. It is ok to have the memory; that seems to mean the most. But every now and again there are those moments that need to be captured in some way. They need to be shown or read about. Too often these days we see and hear about things that dull our senses and water down our desires. It is the simple things that we forget about. It is the natural things that get lost in the grind of our social design. We can never forget to use our senses and emotions to bring about the kind of feelings and changes that makes us glad to be a part of this life. LLc 98.2

way back when a sin

In the house on the hill the memories never die. They live on like rain drops falling from the sky. From one generation to the next stories follow as their intensity always seems to increase. He or she who tells the stories about that house must make it entertaining enough to keep the listener occupied mentally while at the same time earning credibility points for the very stories they tell. What was once an accident 3 generations later has turned into murder. Now, when people drive by that house on the hill they think of the stories which are completely separate from the truth. They may add to it in time if the moment and the audience presents itself; thereby sustaining and building upon an already run out and fictitious story. These are human things and they are as real as the truth itself. As a matter of fact, if the truth be known about what happened in that house, people would find disappointment and they don't ever want to be disappointed. Especially if the truth is far less interesting than the stories they hear about that house and what occured there way back when.