They knew the berries were ripe.

With cream and fresh strawberries, philosophy, geopolitics and a lavish sprinkling of vocabulary, there was little chance of going home alone.

Night after night the chairs remained unused. The bed was the only location recognized.

Sometimes in all honesty it was the kitchen table.

Then there was the government.

Some things are fit to be ignored for as long as possible.

Good thing the door was closed and locked.

All pleasure and leisure without history or vote.

Those wonderful conversations with the volleys and bright banter of beingness.

Then, there were the moments when the wind howled out conversation – nothingness.

Times when the sun was setting beautifully and stunning us – momentousness.

Other epic brilliant broadcasts of better beginnings – ideas.

And most of these we remember like a titanium picture – never to fade.

Many splendid others too!

Sandy said to go ahead to Mandy.

We were about to sail down the coast from the port of the north, to the port in the middle.

We had no experience on the water.

It was hilarious.

Fortunately due to Dan the skipper, it was safe.

We arrived as the sun set.

Our mast was the tallest in the harbour.

That fact got us fast access to the front of the line at “Scupper and Sway”, the best nightclub at the marina.

We also learnt a little bit about sailing.

Philosophers decide to wear red coats.

Yes. Bright red and extraordinarily visible.

They think it makes them more desirable.

It does make them feel cheerful every morning as they don the fine fabric and fasten buttons top to toe.

The question today is what color should everyone else wear?

Or, is that even a question?

Sun.

And Moon.

Which we are looking at is not clear.

Perhaps an eclipse, perhaps extremely strong dark sunglasses.

But people are strolling in t-shirts.

Perhaps it’s during shining sun in the daytime, seems more plausible.

Forgetting about politics for a few minutes.

Your friend and correspondent.