Archives for 2015

Dry with chance of rain.

Well…how to plan for that?

No plan, no preparation – wing it!

That means…take it as it comes.

Improvise.

And have fun with it.

In log cabins they built boats and designed telephones.

In tepees made of vinyl they tuned violins and they baked potatoes.

The towns of distant stars radiated wealth, warmth and welcome.

Upside down, a cup catches flies and conceals dice.

Once cast, a fishing line can never be thrown the same way again.

All good things.

Under the bridge, through the opening in the cave, water flowed toward the horizon.

A deer jumped over a log and landed elegantly perched upon a rock platform.

Music wafted from another valley, an old Beatles song perhaps. It had that simple and effective structure.

A boat glided between impossible cliffs, guided by an experienced oarsman.

A woman pulled back the strings of the bow and sent an arrow out with its message, a letter from the king, attached.

Just another day.

Skating across the lake was like walking on water.

So it seemed.

And why not?

Dancing in the clouds felt soft and fluffy.

What would we expect?

The warmth of cool pepper, the calm cooling of glowing embers.

Bringing back energy.

They’re filming the celebration, I’m filming the moon.

Two days ago the leaves were green and that is all.

Now there are flowers glowing like remarkable stars, in every colour under the sun!

We have collected wonders, and created many.

More… Yes.

The road stretches out ahead, with every twist and turn, here or there, or further, may be the place to rest and an immaculately comfortable bed.