Saw the autumn leaves falling over ice cream wafers and Campari sodas.

Skating on beach lounge chairs with a lemon twist.

Anything is better than any bureaucracy. Ha!

Ice forms across bikinis and beach balls.

Take your forms in triplicate and make a sandwich with mayonnaise.

Paperwork waste and needless haste.

Ethereal cloud layers for happiness and long-told tales.

Just a postage stamp, a quill and a quantum chip.

A good mixed antipasto contains many dissimilar ingredients.

Sometimes they go together, sometimes they cannot have a conversation at all.

The sautéed bean sprout had a life of its own.

The bells rang out in jubilant salute to you and me and physics.

The pen was lying across a lined notepad.

It was the old type. Why they called a it a “fountain” pen I do not know.

I don’t want to look up the name and its origin as it may take away from the romantic notion of a pen that can be refilled at will from a bottle of ink.

Another page of fine prose, better than this, can start and the action with pen and ink will be repeated.

The continuity, the reliable habit at the mercy of the pen, is at times comforting.

This is in a time of chaos. A time nobody admits is strange. But I know it is.

The sizzling sunset that night turned into a sauteed sunrise the next day.

Surf was just right for my liking and the boards behaved bravely.

Out further, the four deck yacht displayed largely, and some completely naked, bodies to the sympathetic dolphins.

The intensity of reflections from simmering morning sun through upright sky-burning lighting made everything seem new and full of promise.

A promise one could keep.

There should be no others.

We created Really Awesome Delivery (R.A.D.) a few years ago.

It still works.

It is what it says.

Everyone can do it.

Or, take the course!