BURIED IN THE SANDS OF TIME

Recovery! That's what we need! We have to get rest and drink lots of water! Get the strength back! Looking for a city beneath the sands of the desert is a hot and bitter labor. And that is what I liken life and living to!

An archaeological dig!

I mean, consider....

You get up in the morning and its just another day. Grab up your belonging and its time to get away. Driving or a schoolbus, a stop or maybe not. Wishing for a coffee, a wish that's not a lot. Fifteen minutes later, when you're boarding for escape, there isn't anyplace at all where you can get away. And prying at the gates of time, find monsters at every turn, makes you wish you had a match to set a fire to burn. But getting to the job at hand, or just to school and friends, you dig into the sands of time and try to make amends!

Getting through the day sometimes demands a lot of stress, makes me wonder at the price I pay to guess the rest. Sometimes it makes no sense at all and the hieroglyphics seem to have no place of interpretation in this or ANY dream. The demands of daily living are a lot like the grind and press of finding ways to keep the walls from collapsing into the mess. How sweet it is to finally get away from desks and halls, away from another eight to get someplace to a coffee tall.

Days are tough and learning rough- and the dig can be intense. But there is no way to get away- without causing great expense. Subtleties rise like finely-drawn distinctions in the refinement of reasoning- causing guesswork to get in the way when it comes to the seasoning!

I haven't helped, I know, to settle it in your mind. The pathway through the desert becomes as dusty as the sands of time!