Disseminating merriment and wise wonders.

He was to all a very effective tutor.

He knew not all would learn what he was supposed to teach.

He knew that what he would teach was irreplaceable, in that no-one else would touch these topics or tear the covers off non-reality like he lifted the fog of nonsense.

And as a bonus, we all remember him and tell the best stories about him.

The lozenge dissolved leaving a minty, mentholy clarity.

Perhaps thinking itself had been lubricated…

It most definitely seemed better and everything was sharp, full of color and meaning.

Tone was improved, like a symphony with the final long-contemplated touches of tympany.

True and tried, yet totally original.

Slanting at a slow-rolling angle.

Some days, today included, that’s how it feels.

Seems we must prop ourselves up or roll down into some unknown corner shop, or worse.

We like some corner shops, or perhaps it’s the idea of them.

We think writing a song could cure this ripple in the smooth surface of daily progress.

Or else we go back to vinyl.

A decision was made to get some air, eat a croissant and solve the world’s biggest problem.

Some headway has been made.

But we will need a few more croissants.

We anticipate nothing but brilliance and a set of actions which will have everyone saying once more, “what a wonderful world!”

The sizzle of intelligence needed tending lest it start smoking enough to set off the smoke alarm.

Some evenings, Mornings, Evenings are not just that.

They are more.

And we hope always, there will be many more of them.

In fact, we will build them!