On a whim…

Life without whimsy is not much of a life at all; without it, a walk in the dark is no laughing matter.

Chores Not Done

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The air, thickened and over-warm, cautions against exertion. A brief and once beguiling call to fix up, repair, restore is but a whimper. In a sparse corner of my imagination I hear that whimper and recoil. It’s too damp and the soon-to-fall rain dissuades me from sawing wood or clearing debris. I retreat to the table where a seat awaits. The air inside, comparatively cooler, is seductive. I shall not work says my first yawn. Indeed not, says the second. I’m done, says my nodding head.

Written by David Wilkerson

18 September 2022 at 4:29 pm

Posted in humor, life, Who knows?

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