This young man appeared to me over a year ago, while I was giving a reading for the woman who had notarized some of my readings. Well, as usual, my life is running about one-half of a block ahead of me, and so I do, once again, respond to the Friday Fives belatedly. So I decided I would listen and write down certain areas and then comment on what he's said and then comment about them on here. And then Brandon decides to leave and get some food. Its has if I ever found the happiness in my life I would try to run from it because I have never felt it, and this misery/loneliness/confusion/emptiness has become a my constant companion and Im unsure if I could live without it. I let the world wash over me, and just accept whats being done to me. I turned over the soil in the original beds and topped it up with fresh compost before re-setting in bits of the mother plants. And the streets filled with water. Anyhow, the idea is intriguing, isn't it? During the rainy season, the streets fill with water and people get around by canoe. And before I could get past the main square, the sprinkles turned to a downpour.