I was just out playing yesterday (about that in a forthcoming post).
D-E-C-E-M-B-E-R wordplay continues...this one in part a little *poke* at the recently publicized baby crib recalls but... consider a spiritual aspect as well.
Still playing today with what December has to say. I almost wish I hadn't started. Without something else to distract me, seems all I can think about is lists of words beginning with d, e, c, m, b and r and keeps shuffling and rearranging and coming up with some very interesting phrases.
Truth is it's clearing it's throat, gathering it's belongings and announcing it's about time to go as the calendar gets turned to the last page. I feel a sudden urgency about squeezing all I can out of it before it's gone - catching up on intentions unfulfilled while simultaneously glancing forward with anticipation.
This morning I've been word playing with the letters that spell DECEMBER -