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I seem to be having a terrible time,
as Depression creeps in
by using a tired rhyme.
My life before was uneventful
with out the presence of being sublime.
I'll pray again, as I need to do
for the choices I make will be mine.

Is it wrong to write
about a love for another?
Someone who is not your,
sister, brother or mother?
Perhaps, I ask because the
loneliness began,
not having an adult conversation,
since I know not when.

NASA Astronomy Picture of the Day:

All of the other aurora watchers had gone home. By 3:30 am in Iceland, on a quiet September night, much of that night's auroras had died down. Suddenly, unexpectedly, a new burst of particles streamed down from space, lighting up the Earth's atmosphere once again. This time, surprisingly, pareidoliacally, the night lit up with an amazing shape reminiscent of a giant phoenix. With camera equipment at the ready, two quick sky images were taken, followed immediately by a third of the land. The mountain in the background is Helgafell, while the small foreground river is called Kaldá, both located about 30 kilometers north of Iceland's capital Reykjavík. Seasoned skywatchers will note that just above the mountain, toward the left, is the constellation of Orion, while the Pleiades star cluster is also visible just above the frame center. The 2016 aurora, which lasted only a minute and was soon gone forever -- would possibly be dismissed as an fanciful fable -- were it not captured in the featured, digitally-composed, image mosaic. Almost Hyperspace: Random APOD Generator

Photo by Hallgrimur P. Helgason Rollover Annotation: Judy Schmidt

The rocks are hard.
My feet are bare.
Where is the sand?
It was everywhere.
I need to hurry,
A very strong urge,
Watching the creatures scurry
Before the strong surge.
The Ocean, a Sea
With waves now rising.
Up to my knees.
The dream is over,
I'm awake in bed.
Why are my feet wet?
Dry is my head.
Another dream, with emotion
When I see the beautiful Ocean.

I have all my new writings
in this notebook of mine,
which I need enter into the PC.
So many words; so little time,
as I continue to write them
again, one more time.

The words are flying from my head,
although I am still laying in bed.
A site of words, elusive they are,
lay on the covers, near and far.
What can I do to retrieve them now,
except to rack my brain? I will avow
to reach out from within my mind,
hoping upon hope I can still find,
all the words, now missing from memory.
I'll keep reaching out until the end of me.

NASA Astronomy Picture of the Day:

In the mid 19th century, one of the first photographic technologies used to record the lunar surface was the wet-plate collodion process, notably employed by British astronomer Warren De la Rue. To capture an image, a thick, transparent mixture was used to coat a glass plate, sensitized with silver nitrate, exposed at the telescope, and then developed to create a negative image on the plate. To maintain photographic sensitivity, the entire process, from coating to exposure to developing, had to be completed before the plate dried, in a span of about 10 to 15 minutes. This modern version of a wet-plate collodion image celebrates lunar photography's early days, reproducing the process using modern chemicals to coat a glass plate from a 21st century hardware store. Captured last November 28 with an 8x10 view camera and backyard telescope, it faithfully records large craters, bright rays, and dark, smooth mare of the waxing gibbous Moon. Subsequently digitized, the image on the plate was 8.5 centimeters in diameter and exposed while tracking for 2 minutes. The wet plate's effective photographic sensitivity was about ISO 1. In your smart phone, the camera sensor probably has a photographic sensitivity range of ISO 100 to 6400 (and needs to be kept dry ...).

Photo by wet-plate collodion

Patience,
Calmness,
Civility
Must reign,
Once more,
To provide,
The place
We all
Adore.

How many days?
How many miles,
Do I have to drive
To see your Smiles?

Gazing out the window,
on this dreariest day.
Brings the realization,
Winter is here to stay.
Will this be a season
of rain, all of the day?
A season, so somber,
I need to say,
"Give us some sunlight
and many days without grey".

I would rise in the morning,
to play golf before, my days work
started. My friends and I could play,
nine holes before we were due
at work. I managed a small Catalog Sales Office,
for Sears Roebuck, in Prosser Washington.
I recall, there were only three of us,
but I digress.
We had a friend, who played with us
quite frequently, but on this day, he was
at work. His work flying a Crop Duster.
The plane was a modified Piper Cub.
We were on the 9th green, putting. Our friend
flew low, to "buzz" us. I recall he was low
enough for someone to put their club in the a
air and hit a wheel strut.
Great memories from those early "Golf" days
still remain. I have lost touch with too many
of my friends, from the time some 60 years ago.

Word after word
drops from my head.
It's ten minutes to four,
go back to bed.
Get you some sleep,
fall asleep soon
or you will still be
sound asleep at noon.