Same Old Stuff January 20, 2022 Timothy Price63 Comments Daddy Owl sits in the same old spot, basking in the yellow light of the low-hanging sun. The Sandias turn the same old pink under clear blue skies. The same old constant stream of crows flying from nowhere to somewhere at dusk. Cranes land on the same old sandbar. The same old flying V head into the sunset. The same old sunset colors surround the trees. The same old stars hanging in the east. Same old stars hanging in the west. Same old Jupiter peeking through the trees in the southern sky. I took the same old walk. Got the same old photos. The same old stuff.