Surely things have changed?

So many rivers have run past and so many races we have run.

Eclipses, dust storms and hail.

Hot winters, cool summers, blossoming autumnal days.

We play table tennis at supper, we dig holes in the chocolate moose.

Crisp crackers of tree bark exported with glee.

Tread lightly, hold tightly.

Said everything and sent signals with smoke, light, radio frequency and quantum-quasar-laser-lensing.

That seems to be complete. A thorough job, thoroughly completed.

Hold! Wait! When we get specific confirmation, then we know the message was received.

Basic army training, which one day might be taught in what will replace today’s schools!

Up to the brim of the hill with no buildings in sight.

A paper bag flew by on a short flight, only to expire from its humble altitude moments later.

This quiet and sought-after destination pleases the eye, cleanses the soul and empties the wallet.

Admission is expensive and worth every cent.

There is a three year waiting list for a “place” on the hill. That’s what they told us, and you know what a clever marketing story that is!

It was the only thing that mattered to her and the only thing he noticed.

A statue the size of a large hotel suite.

Forgotten, was the day they had cast this giant work from bronze melted in their stainless steel saucepans.

Home Cooking took on a new meaning.

The neighbors wondered what caused the blue swirl of smoke and the ensuing sizzling sound.

On permanent display.

So she was disappointed, they made everything right and better.

The customer service representative appeared to have the power of a goddess.

She arranged for us to sit, think, ponder, attain a state of calm serenity beyond a millpond’s achievements.

The world has changed for the better and piece by piece ragged edges are smoothed and straight lines are given an enthralling swirl of life.