I just got back from snorkeling, and it was wonderful! I floated around looking at the rainbow of fish and being alone with my thoughts and the sound of my breathing.

I was thinking about how weird and wonderful my life has become. I looked at my hands and thought of this song

These withered hands have dug for a dream

Sifted through sand and leftover nightmares

Over the hill, a desolate wind

Turns shit to gold and blows my soul crazy

The end of the end, we live again

Oh I grow weary of the end