A lion of a day today. Windy and rainy.
Had to deal with snarling bureaucratic morons who prize "The Rules" more than common sense, and what’s best for the common welfare. So, we growled back. Became lions. Hopefully we won’t win the battle only to lose the war.
This blue lion sits in front of a basement apartment; a guardian of the doorway to the subterranean. Basement culture, where every bit of light is cherished. In the darkness now, we have windows open, can hear the neighbor’s wind chimes, like a thousand bells.
Tomorrow I’ll submit my entries for the digital art exhibit. And hopefully a blue lion will bring me luck.
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Until lions have their own historians, tales of the hunt shall always glorify the hunter.
~ African proverb