Lost Chances

Finding time for reflection which isn't influenced by momentary chaos, making notes of musings, is challenging and difficult at best. Periodically throughout my day, my brain wanders; and with the wandering, elaborate thoughts creep into consciousness, begging for definition and expansion. And I vow to develop the cogitation via journal or blog or poetic ramblings ... just as soon as I finish my current project. Resulting, of course, in the disappearance of creeping thoughts, exceptional as they may have been, now lost in my brain's recesses right next to the potential for Robert Frost brilliance.