Fool me once, shame on me. Fool me twice, shame one me. Fool me three times—what’s it going to take to break the cycle?

Eight hours washed way in two. Eight years washed away in one. What is easily washed away? What remains?

Eight hours washed away in two. Eight years washed away in one. What is easily washed away? What remains?

A good day. It’s a simple recipe. It’s an act of kindness with no expectations attached. It’s a thoughtful gesture. It’s a friend.

Instruction floats aloofly by. The net of attention hangs limp. Although surrounded by noise no sound is heard. The hearth is empty, not even embers remain.