Chocolate bells toll quietly.

I never thought of that as a problem when I was a child.

But a childish thought about this matter came to mind after eating a festive Christmas dinner in a Western country.

What if the bells melted on a hot day before tolling time?

And would anyone hear the sound of chocolate cracking as it was percussed by a chocolate ringer on any other day?

It seemed, fleetingly, important.

Walked across the road to see the view.

I stayed alert to drivers texting, smoking, drinking, singing, watching videos and generally driving as they do.

I got to the other side – I’m here to write this – partly because I was wearing light or bright colored clothes, they saw me.

But that’s not the only thing.

The clouds were strung out like a message from a sage.

What they said, I can imagine but not surely know.

So I’ll make it up.

Becoming a sage is easy (it seems)!

Red pen and green line before dark.

What was important needed to be highlighted and put at the top of the list for tomorrow.

Some things needed a go-ahead signal.

Better now that some mysterious moment “later”.

Refried and tender, a sweet and sour sauce with lightly braised ingredients.

Delicious decisions.

Chewing doing nothing.

Once upon a time doing nothing about so many things was an option, in fact the usual option.

Wouldn’t that be nice?

Sometimes.

Trying to stop the grains of sand accumulating to the tipping point of avalanche-like collapse is laudable but it’s demanding too much.

The smell of vinegar burning like salt on an open wound.

I was cleaning the kitchen floor.

Strong vinegar does in part, the job bleach might otherwise accomplish.

It is disinfecting and cleansing.

Puts me off vinegar-flavored potato chips.

Nostrils feeling like they’ve been sand-papered and scratched…yes, really!

Perhaps a scented floor cleaner would be a treat.