Bathsheen figures into the last of the 30 hours. Unexpected haze tyveks the sky and the heat, too. Striving maturely channels the mo' moments gaining a modified crush on what is.

If what is evades understanding appearing cryptic and flimsy by inference, well that's the shits. Consider dislocation, distance and disconnection amping up the codependence but forcing adjustment to the attitude toward results which confirm that all this striving is mature. The existence of God within ferrets out the cacophony of the minds and fleeting time says it will all be OK in the end.

The soak in the tub, the toke in shrub, the joke in the pub - these are the things that distract from the missing stroke in the rub.