East, west and in between.

A tambourine twisted the night’s sentences and brought thought and chromatic images.

No black and white movie, no show, no lecture.

Self-taught and proud, desired by the crowd.

Right , wrong or guessing the unknown.

Sending soft kisses and subject headings to the world.

By a lake, under the fountain with snow on the shore, did you remember the snacks?

And so it began.

Good things and silly things.

Then better, beyond and best.

Building blocks begetting beauty and bountiful benefits.

We all enjoy this and it only gets better.

Not for sale, available for all.

Slippery when wet.

Bright red fabric.

A trend, yet oh so private, prudent and vivid.

Smiling posters and secret billboards.

Take a deep breath and do your best.

Red and centered upon a star.

Even the goats seemed alert on that morning.

We called them twice and they never answered.

They rarely had much to say.

Once in a while we thought it might be better that way.

No TV, no social network and only a little nonsense.

Alright.

All emotions communicated like an electric current flowing through copper wires.

An inflatable ball of thanks and quips rolled east.

The calm of the sea could be seen in a cup of tea.

Twice that day the bell had tolled noon.

Likely that all watches and clocks had been set incorrectly.

It could become popular to get out of bed only at sunset.

The day shift….forget it.