The only series of shots I took were the three photos this morning.
Letting the dogs out for the morning business, I see the breaking dawn and my reflection in the glass.
I'm wearing the nicest shirt I own because I need to take the rest of my nice shirts to the cleaners.
So I pull out my camera and snap a few pics.
I make a mental note: try to shoot more today.
Then, Monday happened.
And not just any Monday. It's October 25, 2021.
This Monday woke up on the wrong side of the bed. And it vowed to take out its angst on everybody that made eye contact with it. Hell, if you lived in the same zip code, you were on this Monday's shit list.
It would hunt you down. When it caught up to you, pin you down on the hot asphalt with sharp pebbles jabbing your back, it would pound your body. There are rules Monday, not the face. Monday doesn't follow the rules.
Kind of like Ralphie in a Christmas Story. When he snaps, beating the red-headed kid.
But there was no one coming to pull Monday off until Tuesday comes around. But Tuesday doesn't know Monday is on you, so it takes its time.
Yeah, that kind of Monday.
A relentless Monday.
I hope Tuesday got to bed early and dreaming sweet, syrupy dreams.
I hope she wakes up well-rested and refreshed. Ready to take on the week, that is life. I hope Tuesday's smiles shimmers. A friendly, simple smile.
That, at some point, went from surviving in the wild to try to swim the ocean with anvils tied around your neck.
And sucking in water, filling the lungs, seeing the sun's reach as you go to damn deep.