i get sad when i give my address and no response. i keep walking the dogs and swimming. inside if i feel empty i just do my rounds anyway. what was i supposed to do here? ask the question over and over i suppose while i do what needs doing and leave the machinations of the world be. i know it is not money that makes the world go round. it's more the sudden sight of a red wing blackbird teaching her baby to fly above the swamp and feed on the insects gathering there. it's that, seeing a new bird fly into the sun.