Three tressles support that bridge and I support you.

Perhaps there should be four as they look slender to the task at hand.

Years ago only the odd horse and cart passed above, now 600 horsepower diesel engines shove trailers of bricks, beer and shoes to a far destination.

Walk for six minutes and you will not see or hear any of this. A stream trickles pretending to have no effect on the landscape. But we all know the truth!

Knitting.

Brows and together.

Two boats, one mind and a salt cellar.

We chose wine and then got to work with the aged wooden planks using them to make what will be.

A house, a cotton gin and a smile was all it took to get us started.

Ah, but the finish. We enjoyed the process too much to wish for completion.

We choose to say yes or no but try to avoid the fuzzyness of maybe.

And yesterday when the soup was hot, the ice cream melting and the floors polished, we met with key executives from the magic dream business.

They loved us, we loved them.

We all agreed – on something, we can’t remember what but we’re sure it was good.

The word “good” was used once every fifty other words, so that confirms it.

Good. Or better.

We were all one day younger a day ago.

What is sour tastes closer to lemon than to honey.

What is sweet tastes more like nectar than bitter medicine.

There is a way to configure a music system so that it sounds wonderful.

You can drive on expressways/motorways/freeways for ever without seeing anything.

You can walk in the strangest places and see everything.

That’s quite enough for today!

Leaning over the railings alongside the bridge, the balcony and the concert hall.

How far do you dare lean, how far should you and is it wise?

We dare not summarize this crucial aspect of life in just a few words.

So instead we put on music and just suggest – Let It Roll.