Archives for 2019

It was not a Greek God but a servant of one, who came carrying the gift.

We had a chat, a cup of tea, a croissant, and then talked about his relatives.

They were all very well, wealthy, friendly, and happy to offer hospitality it seems.

I think I will accept the invitation to go and stay in one of their chalets in Aspen or Telluride.

Choices and preferences.

Decided to roll.

Not with the punches, but the smiling high-fives of approval and salute, congratulation and appreciation.

A far more enjoyable methodology, it turned out.

Signals can be received easily, it’s the discrete charm of selecting and valuing them that makes for value.

Join us in the salute that reaches, the toast that teaches.

Clearing the alleyway was hard, but it led to being able to breathe fresh air and to relax with a glass of fresh lemonade.

To be fair, we had help, not only our team but also their team, everybody lent full support.

We were cheered on, bodily carried above the crowd and asked for our stories, and how we felt about it all.

There were smiling dignitaries. They told us we were the princes and princesses, we had thought they were!

We won the poll and we won the roll.

Oversold but just in time, we all loped along under a biscuit-candy sun.

The group, the crowd and me, became “we”.

Together, primed and buoyant, we sauntered down to the lake of fires.

Cool and refreshed. Tasty by consuming life-long similarities and warm differences. Triumph folks, sheer success!

Along the corridor a rippling white light ruffled the edge of the floorboards where they met the wall.

It was all so uneven, not even the doors hang straight, the drapes were caught on odd spikes in the walls.

The grand hall was obscured by clouds of cigar smoke and the salon had tables crowded with open but almost full bottles.

Three people dressed each in white, blue and green smiled at the ceiling as if viewing a celestial being.

We felt it best to leave. The car had arrived.