Journal Entry Day 50

Half a century gone.
Wait...
Time. Hm.
Time is not always as it seems, but sometimes is meant to be pondered.
They say it is strange to be cutting watermelon at midnight, but there was a certain peace to it.
I knocked my knuckles last night and the smallest right most one is purple and puffy, the discoloration spreading out to the knuckle beside it and partially up both fingers towards the middle knuckle. Bruising is a strange thing.

Noted Things of Interest: Clouds. Peanut Butter and chocolate chip cookies fresh from the oven with a glass of hot chocolate turned cold. The colours in the clouds around the moon last night (though they could not properly be captured on card. Speaking of, few people capture things on film any longer (I have yet to see film). This means that saying you capture something on film makes little sense since the photos are saved to cards. Ergo: the clouds' colours last night could not be properly captured on card; neither the intensity of the moon nor the severity of the clouds - purple and blue and sulpher in the moon's light were they.



Note on Being Human:
When someone has a selfish idea in mind they do not always realize it.
Humans grow differently than I might have thought.