People Who Prefer Backroads Do Best

Friday, June 05, 2026

Good morning, Twfw. O/

The Friday freeway traffic, the eager chimes of robins, of sparrows, a blue jay at dawn.

Every morning The Sun paints with a new palette of color. Have you noticed? Candle light isn't a light bulb's consistency. The shine from our star is never the same fire twice.

Sunlight changes in unmeasured ways the colors of the world.

A celestial artist paints a new masterpiece each turn of our planet's sphere called: This Day.

How's your piece of the painting, your life?

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Back to slow poetic morning thoughts in a shock obsessed world.

Thanks for joining me.

Artists, visionaries, free-thinkers, new-thinkers are the only force to ever make a lasting change in the world.

It requires consideration and long hours in quiet reflection to gather and make sense of the dreams necessary to move humanity forward.

Not too many have the nerve to live the kind of life that makes big dreams into realities to share.

People who prefer backroads do best.

Go, go, go.
Done, done, done.
Do, do, do.
Shouts the highway.
Staccato tasks.
Short quick quippy checklists checked.
No time for reflection.
Bottle of Xanax on the nightstand lives.

The human race isn't one that's run; it's a story shared.

How's your story?

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Transition Day today; the air breathes change.

Back to work on The Epic: Colore. When and how often to release it nags on me.

The idea now is to let New-New Hampshire gain traction before releasing much, if any, more.

By the way, I placed NNH on the Kindle Store yesterday. It will be available for purchase today or tomorrow.

I'll place a link to it on Wonder Fell soon.

Thanks for reading.