Archives for November 2020

I’m a little bit thirsty and a little curious.

So many colors and flavors.

Carrot-beetroot-ginger boost or Celery-lemon-Cucumber cooler?

I’ll just watch a comedy instead.

Or, I’ll write one.

What, a joke?

Take a letter of the alphabet, choose a word that begins with it and then keep going.

That’s one way to start a story.

The other, is I tell you what I did, what I saw, after I brushed my teeth this morning.

A stray ant – otherwise why on my counter top? – ran a twisted course around the glass I was about to pour the juice from one lemon into.

I ran along grass verges to a sandy beach and judged how far the waves, their weaker laps lapping the shore, would come in and whether I would get my feet wet.

I closed the gate on my way in.

There. That’s today!

The candle didn’t hold a candle to the sunset.

Later, in the calm of an evening salon, we shared pen and pencil, exchanged unsweetened chocolate and changed the world.

Now we’ve created a respite from the hustle and bustle of intelligent debate, shopping trips and melting ice cream cones, we can start filming the speeches of dancing plants and radiant flowers.

Last, but by no means least, we sent you an invite – consider it received, to open your window and shout “I will”. That, at exactly eight o’clock in the evening wherever you are.

It’s done. All complete.

Now the next thing and an order of fresh artichoke.

A stellar style of clothing.

Onward, toward the route of celebration.

Seems good.

You, me and the tree.

No waiting.

Any time you want, all you have to do is call.

Great things are predicted in the gardens of palaces and the strips and biscuit-sized dollops of land you may own.

A winding path lined with eucalyptus trees sealed my decision like the clunk of a safe door closing.

Time. Time to mobilize our own mental multi-tool. The galaxy has just expanded. Find the parking space at 105 million miles, turn left and slow down for the driveway. Yellow gate…you have arrived!