On the table was a peach and a bunch of red grapes.

By the garage was a wheel without a tyre.

In the greenhouse two tomatoes excelled in their redness.

We walked and talked.

Thoughts arrived on an airborne conveyor belt.

Drift.

In a vast sea.

An old smoothed and assaulted log drifts and then tosses and turns towards its destination.

Finding it makes us wonder where it started this journey.

Discretion.

They asked me not to divulge the type of coffee they had ordered.

But, I saw them, heard them order a cherry-filled croissant .

Do they expect me to keep this secret for life?

My life or theirs!?

Dripping with undiluted wisdom .

We told a joke.

Unintentionally funny – because they all laughed.

We said there was a danger of truth and inspiration.

Who doesn’t want to change the world at the age of eighteen?

If not, why not?

Surprises in the morning.

Everyone says Hello.

Things are lifted, carried and stacked.

There is chopping, cleaning and unbailing.

We have proof that observation is golden.