Archives for June 2021

A light green, or perhaps it was blue, cover always signaled a good read.

That was the notebook I wrote in, most days, not everyday. Just when I had something really funny to write.

Like the time the cleric became a scientist and across the street the scientist became a cleric.

Neither was aware of the other’s “moves”.

A sort of dance of dissonance and distortion.

Different, anyway.

I had written I’m

Dimples and a cropped cut.

They escaped down a dark alley, but we bumped into them later and they seemed genuinely pleased to see us.

The Osoyo Unuyo-Jones family had been friends to our whole family for thirty years, more if you count the time we met them on a trip to Antarctica.

Times change, but this wonderful link, a connection which melted ice caps, ice cream and cubes on sight, was going to be forever!

Dizzy with smiles and merriment.

That was the way the river looked. Still does .

On occasion, after a storm usually, it would turn brown as if challenging and jostling with our patience.

It always had a sense of humor.

It provided calm when we got too excited, a rock pool where swimming was a bodily elixir.

Somehow it always gave us good advice!

Battery life, my life, your life.

Run for the trees and sniff the air.

Even with no connection we feel connected.

We are encouraged by the romantic stories of the romantics.

Why oh why do we all search for something new?

A softly expressed and solidly intended melody.

Sending notes under the table.

These secrets are going to be treasured, auctioned, framed and quoted in the future.

So many people will want to know what I wrote and who my persuasive prose was directed to.

I appreciate that future audience, one I may never know.

They are so very lucky to enjoy the adventures I had, whether they like or loath, love or admire the memorable moments of my life, their attention is welcome!