Brought about feelings of: 35,000 years, and THEN you want to talk. Hence, the title of the above illustration. It isn't about anyone, mind you. It just came to me. I've kind of decided not to bet on the talking part.
I am home and not at kendo, because something came up.
Now I am feeling like doing something sunny. The sun is calling out to me I can practically hear its voice. I think the sun wants to give me a hug. I shall step out for a bit.