Photosysthesis

So It hit me that the sun is coming out and sun is always good even when it's like a thousand degrees in the shade, but I love that big ball o'fire. he's a friendly sort. Shall this be one to make sense or not? Rambling stream of conscienceness. spelling be damned. the mediterranean was warm and that was a day that the sun was out...hot little spitfire!...it's like if you look at it from a distance it's so gorgeous and white and clean and ...but it's not...it's just white and dirty...maybe that's the point. the dirt should be the point the life that can't be washed away...that's what sticks...like the mind. the spirit is the mind dirt soaking up all the new and old and leaving a trail of nothingness that is everything. A-ha....eh...ok.