Arty Tar
I don't even know what to say about the repairs on the asphalt. I see them every morning on a particular street. Early because I want to exercise before the old sol furnace kicks in. It's been blistering hot.
I wonder who is the artist that swirls the stinky hot substance into such awesome designs. I wonder if the designs are done with intent or just with abandon. I wonder if the person is working in a very toilsome job because being an artist just didn't provide for a home or a family.
I wonder what more wise and contemplative people might say about the markings that will soon be worn away by tires and the eroding weather.
The one that probably satisfies me most was from David Henry Thoreaus: "The world is but a canvas to our imagination."
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Good thoughts.
I always love the way you think! <3 <3 <3
Wendster