Archives for 2020

I’ll climb a tree

You try the one across the path

We’ll see what we see

The river, the cow, the turnstile, the tractor and the dog.

Who owns the dog we don’t know.

Perhaps the dog doesn’t either.

In the end there is a good view for me and you.

It’s time. Yes. The idea is spectacular.

So long since we met. So long since we laughed and now, we’re laughing again.

The touch of a moment existing falls through the cracks of artificial prison cells, we have, we have found the way out.

Let them go for they are not bad, in fact they are the best.

Our cork chases impossible whiskies.

Our can runs after wine.

Our loaf loves celery stalks, finely diced.

We are trying to make no sense of sense which makes sense so we can think anew.

You get this, sometimes.

Here we are again, or are we somewhere else, a new place, not yesterday’s?

Just wanted to check.

It’s always possible to start from half way along the track.

The START line is only a suggestion or tradition.

Tomorrow we are going to start at the finish line. That’ll be good.

Twenty-seven pizzas with a drop of marmalade as reserve.

Always good to have a reserve tank. A spare roll of toilet paper, a bar of chocolate or some long-life milk. They all add a feeling of safety.

You do need to remember where you put these valuable resources, when the pilot forgot to switch to the second fuel tank as we were about to land in a small four seat airplane, we almost “ran out of time”.

So keep it in a good place and then, that extra bottle of white wine vinegar will always be available to sour a piece of cabbage or complete a salad dressing.