If you’ve got a smile on, you really can’t complain.
I know where to find them, wither sun or rain…
In the valued minutiae of quantity.
Perspective imbues these mean things quality.
Quality exists in what’s precious to you.
Who’s to say, if you’re wise, that good things are few?
Ritual exists to slow us down to now.
Each thing in your day can have a dance of how.
So logic dictates, where logic still applies…
Busy is a breeze, upon which good time flies.

