babghanoush tired elated exhausted exhilarated too much to do too little to do where do i start where oh where what what what la la la la la la la sometimes it's best when the mind dribble drabbles and nothing unravels but it all comes together and campfires and starlights and smiles so bright and little kids sitting round the flashlight telling stories to each other through the night and little girls with hearts a-soaring don't even care when their neighbor is a-snoring because their minds are filled with candelabra laced with nightvisions of all that was good and all the good that will come and i am so lucky and we are all so lucky and what what what why not drivel dravel on because if you haven't got a pen or a pencil or an ear you've got your tongue and even if no one cares to hear the wind will listen and the tree leaves will glisten and the water will jiggle and wave from a distance as the sunlight dances and flits and fleets across the piquant tristesse.