Archives for 2019

By the middle of the year we predict we will be in the middle of the year.

Oh to be a soothsayer now that spring is here.

We trust the bulbs of tulips and the same sunrise cheer.

Selling generic wishes and sugar-coated philosophy, with a summary version every time.

We are listening for the tuning fork. Pitch me.

The time was a minute ago and a minute to come soon – popping the cork.

Sliced apple with considerations, patter and toe-tapping pleasantries, are now the norm for Doldrums-Hilltop.

This land, these three bright wise women and their assorted men, were the cause of an annual holiday throughout the land.

The strange name of the place, came from a scientific conference held over the equinox some twenty-three years ago. Nothing was happening; even the rivers weren’t flowing from a town situated on the top of a hill. You could see how that would go.

Except they did not see anything to comment upon.

Some conference!

Exactly.

Hey friends! Hey Countrymen! Hey ladies! Hey Folk!

We are gathered here today to say Hey, hello, how are you!

And there is no question.

There is a problem.

No question.

That is the, easily solved, problem.

The rise in sense and sensibility.

Always improving, even while the view was misted with promised rain clouds.

Defined and prepared. Relaxed smiles – why not.

This street and every road can be better surfaced with the kind kisses of smiling gazes and warm greetings.

Sound, fury and empathy.

The storm was milder than we expected and rattled a bit, shook a little, excited the windmill and came with pretty clouds.

Some streams of thought are spiked with out-of-nowhere whimsical answers to perfect questions.

A spatial salad served on the side.