Sitting, thinking, twenty-four and seventy-four years, reflection on spaces. Segments of years—no do overs to diminish, to collapse space. Puzzle on not diminishing the value of each space. Avoid trivial rant on callow youth and foggy old thinking.
Parade of slipping, sliding, bouncing along the path. The march we aim to control. But we tumble, careen in free-fall. Seize the moment this—all we have.
Move. Out the window amber fall rose …yellow. apricot, yes apricot. chill strong breeze. Endings, tastes of remembered past. Feel the fall of the window shade.
Grey mist birds
Victoria lost in the straits
Huddled in car
Grilled cheese sandwich
Messing around by sliding some grammar conventions around. Non linear, Create a feeling