Archives for 2020

Say it well and with the feeling you have in reserve.

Who’s the reserve?

A pirate or loafer.

Each day of this will pass.

Haven’t all the others….and better most splendid sunrises have foretold amazing days?

So it goes.

I’m a little bit thirsty and a little curious.

So many colors and flavors.

Carrot-beetroot-ginger boost or Celery-lemon-Cucumber cooler?

I’ll just watch a comedy instead.

Or, I’ll write one.

What, a joke?

Take a letter of the alphabet, choose a word that begins with it and then keep going.

That’s one way to start a story.

The other, is I tell you what I did, what I saw, after I brushed my teeth this morning.

A stray ant – otherwise why on my counter top? – ran a twisted course around the glass I was about to pour the juice from one lemon into.

I ran along grass verges to a sandy beach and judged how far the waves, their weaker laps lapping the shore, would come in and whether I would get my feet wet.

I closed the gate on my way in.

There. That’s today!

The candle didn’t hold a candle to the sunset.

Later, in the calm of an evening salon, we shared pen and pencil, exchanged unsweetened chocolate and changed the world.

Now we’ve created a respite from the hustle and bustle of intelligent debate, shopping trips and melting ice cream cones, we can start filming the speeches of dancing plants and radiant flowers.

Last, but by no means least, we sent you an invite – consider it received, to open your window and shout “I will”. That, at exactly eight o’clock in the evening wherever you are.

It’s done. All complete.

Now the next thing and an order of fresh artichoke.

A stellar style of clothing.

Onward, toward the route of celebration.

Seems good.

You, me and the tree.