Not the Pearl Jam song – although that’s a good one – instead the way thoughts for sharing pour out sometimes, one after another, immediate reflection and sharing demanded.

Such happens during the weekend with kids busy Saturday, catch up Sunday, squeezing that and this in, just gotta grin, step after step,

Do what you can, let be what will be, bumping through laundry and miss-understood circumstance, take a stance, a little dance for you, with you,

Let the romance blossom as it will, going up hill is ok with your peeps,

Down the street to mom’s house for a quick delivery, discussion, no fussin’ or cussin’,

Hug one, then two, then three and some more, with the youngest kid feeing sore in the throat, but she’s a G.O.A.T, , being her unique her,

Even flow to that every time, when she smokes through the yucky, even flow through this life I’ve found for myself, in the flow, no…?

No place I’d rather be.