Softer than the rain

I'm going to pursue this photography thing.
In addition to writing. I like challenges.

Illicit, and esoterically so.
But EVERYTHING IS FINE, as I've said before.
It's well past two A.M.
I've slowed, from sprint, to run and am jogging now.
I still can.
Cults off of the orthodox church,
compositions composed of tone and shadow
or
an invigorating head start on all of it, in who cares what order?
Tomorrow holds more challenges.
Tomorrow it is.
Fine. Try it.

*crash