This week our four line poems get to ponder this question: where are we going?
Endured a rainy market in Penticton today. Still did fairly well, considering, but I would have much preferred if the weather had been a little more pleasant.
Ah well, that's done for the year. Now to focus on other things.
Wake up, get out of bed,
Feet hit the floor, it's full speed ahead;
Don't think, no time for slowing,
Or even asking, Where are we going?