the colour of melting snow...

Toronto, March 23, 2015.
On the train this morning I picked up on a lady's energy - felt like a-steamroller-going-a-hundred-miles-an-hour. In contrast, my own energy is like a fluffy cloud. I will admit to being envious of her Full-Steam-Ahead... I have only a vague idea of where my ahead lies. Day-after-day my footsteps lead me down the same paths I've walked for years. I like to notice colours: the sun reflecting off glass and brick or melting snow...Exactly what colour is that anyway?
Buildings go up and come down, people come and go. Still, I have no idea where I'm really going. I'm just doing, for now. I don't believe that can be a good thing. I make changes to my world, but nothing really changes. It's all water to the sea. The tree falls in the forest and if I'm not there to hear it, it's just the sound of the forest. As I am the sound the of city. A city which is really a ravenous animal that consumes my life.
Time rolls on. As soon as I climb out of my boat, I'm getting a horse. I am determined I will ride into the sunset...wherever that goes. Just chasin' the rainbows end. My sister is hoping for something more concrete for me. My main focus is one step at a time. She forgets, that's how you run!
One piece at-a-time and one day the puzzle will reveal itself (hope hope). Like reading tea leaves, I peer to see the secret revealed... the colour of melting snow.