A noodle, a surfboard and an electric motor.

Someone would say these all walked into the bar together.

There is a link, they are connected.

Perhaps only in the eye of the beholder of the thing written here.

Or…?

Dim summers, bright winter.

Should it be the other way rounď?

My paintings exceed the maximum velocity of brightness.

So it stands to reason that owning one painting could reverse the seasons.

Or, at least your reaction to them…

The pie was still frozen solid.

The chart was the same as last month’s.

Eating was ill advised.

Progress was unreported.

So many meanings, so little guidance.

Helped and hindered.

I put water in the pot.

Boiled the kettle.

But, I had not shopped for food.

Pick the radishes from the garden. Chop them into thin slices and act accordingly.

It was a dream of mine to travel to difficult places.

Awake not asleep.

Never had a dream of this while asleep.

My dreams at night include being arrested for things I had no connection with, being welcomed to the ultimate version of a university as if they’d waited years for me to arrive, and no particular travel…just a road!

No matter. These details had no effect on my life.

I did.