once again, another day, gloomy, for sure, but another day, cold and gray, with snow not yet, just wet and not so good, it ain't happy, it's just blah, but things are running, things were watched, and wasted hours, unnecessary, maybe, but wasted nonetheless, long word, and tomorrow starts anew, with projects aplenty, horns included, kitchen askew, news not, but thoughts, dreams, missing, lost into the ether from which they came, no dreamcatcher, no handful of subconscious images to write down onto magnetic storage, a missed opportunity, windows closed, doors, closed, shutters up and about, winter closes in, for how long, i don't know, storm of the century, maybe less, so who has control, who to give control, it's been tried both ways, both ways been burned, is there a third option, not yet seen? has previous paths been not complete?