damn pretty circles

If you live in the SF Bay Area you know it's been raining the past few days. This morning it was still raining. At about 8am, I was drinking my morning cup of joe outside my front door "out among the elements", but sheltered from the drops of rain by the flat over-hanging edge of roof just above the front door.

I was attempting to collect my thoughts on life, contemplating --if I had and if so what-- my own personal life philosophy. Too much to think about this early in the day, so I "just" observed my surroundings, took in the sights. A large pine tree rooted in the grass plot in front of my apartment towers over my unit and archs over the driveway. In the driveway, a puddle had formed in the depressed crease in the pavement. The sky softly drizzled tiny drops of water onto the surface of this puddle. From the water soaked branches of the pine tree, heavier drops travelled a shorter distance, hitting the puddle with much more mass and force. This created on the surface of the puddle some damn pretty circles.

Many many circles scattered all over a liquid canvas, these circles growing into varying sizes, growing at different speeds, some tiny pin points and others growing enourmously, but ever so slowly. Circles that emanated from deeper in the puddle and also the soft drizzle that merely agitated the skin of the puddle. all these circles growing and more circles, and more circles, running into each other. And it kept raining and the puddle, it kept changing. It was like a painting that moves.

This was something you have to watch, not see. You see stills (photographs), but this was something you watch in those artsy films where there some emotional argument between two lovers or a character just died and then all of a sudden it cuts to this puddle with pitter PATTER circles forming on it. And it symbolizes "something" deep.

I haven't had time to think of what this beautiful image might symbolize in my life but...Damn pretty... that's all I can say. damn pretty circles. Alas, words fail... my description does not even begin to show... this, this ________ (words failing, so why try? haha). but though words fail... there all we have.... that's Hegel. So there! haha

So now that I think of it, I DO have a life philosophy.
Ok, are you ready for some deep ass sh*t?

Naw...I don't think you're ready.

Ok, ok I'll lay it on ya.

Here's is the meaning of life the way I see it:

pretty circles!
pretty circles!
pretty circles!

Gotcha! hahaha

Psyche!

You just got punk'd!