In the Car & NPR

an aroma of white leather seats,
parched and baked in years of stifling afternoons

crackling from an old radio,
a broken voice of the bereaved father
grieving the sudden loss
 of his beloved only son

"Death by accident is worse than from illness.
At the very least, the family has some time to prepare themselves for the final moment.
I believe we should all have some about of promised time with our loved ones
before they are torn away from life.
The randomness of a fatal accident cheats and jerks the time out of our grasp."

a smear of pine tree silhouettes,
a rainbow sunset,
blurred through the eyes of a girl
touched by profound words

Thought Scraps

While I was snacking in the car today, a lovely verse of prose came to me:

Slowly, but surely, she felt a heat spreading through her body, the warm flames licking her insides originating from her heart and coming to a smolder at her neck and cheeks; she had eaten too many hot cheetoes. 

I hope you found some sort of entertainment from this small tidbit straight from my mind this hot, muggy California afternoon. Now, carry on with your wonderful life :).