and never ever step into one.

 

The thing about shadows is they can be anywhere and lie across any surface.  They don’t leave a mark behind and can be easily erased with any flashlight.  They do not carry disease but can contain fears and concerns.

I noticed a shadow in my yard.  It was a bright, sunny day and I wondered where it had come from.  Had it been left over from last night?  I doubt it, as I wouldn’t have ever noticed it, even it had been right in front of me.  This must be a new shadow.

I thought better of trying to locate the source as I didn’t want any potential fear to get on me.  I’ve heard it takes some doing to remove all traces of fear once it attaches itself to you.  And yes, I’m scared to even try.

 

 

 

ZC

 

 

Lincoln City

 

The sea lions in Lincoln City bark for no other reason than to annoy humans.  It is their favorite pastime.  They can be heard from the tourist shops along main street, to as far away as the lighthouse out on the point.

Shopkeepers no longer hear them.  Their sounds have blended into the tapestry that is Lincoln City.  The continual line of circling cars that search for a place to park are almost a reflection of the seagull overhead in their hunt for scraps dropped by the tourists.

 

 

 ZC

Not approved by the Lincoln City Tourist bureau.

Best left to the imagination

 

Yes, it is possible to have a scratch without ever having an itch, and there is nothing more painful than a scratch on a new car, or as expensive as having an itch to buy one.

  Metaphorically blended is the inanimate object with the human condition, stirred by emotion, while reflected in experience.   It is a terrain to be avoided.  Best viewed from the surface of a page, rather than from the outside of a showroom. 

When separated from reality, the itch and scratch exist in harmony.  It is the natural order of things that one follows the other.  (See mosquitoes or poison ivy)

However, when associated with ownership, such as a scratch upon the kitchen table, or itching to tell a secret, the lighting changes, music fades into the background and life steps forward.

 

 

ZC

45 RPM

 

Not sure if I would have slowed down or not.  At the time I didn’t realize I was driving away from the 60’s.   What pocket change I did have was enough to fill the gas tank, and the only thing in front of me was adventure.

Now that I’m here, looking into the rearview mirror I can see just how fast I was going.  What was new and exciting has turned into a blur.  Little did I know the construction sites I was passing were the building blocks of memories.

The hills and valleys seemed much steeper at the time.  In fact, everything had an importance to it that in hindsight made no difference to anything.  Only the music of the day remained with me through time and travel. and I can still hear it, even though now I'm at 33 1/3.

Z. Corwin

 

 

It all depends

 

I noticed in England they call an elevator, a lift.  This makes no reference to the decent at all, as if rising is all it does.  Hardly accurate nomenclature.

  

Up on that ridge.

 

However, should you already be there, wouldn’t it be – here, on this cliff?

 

Things change, depending upon where you are.

 

 

It was in the final 2 seconds yesterday when a team lost the game.  A simple mistake that will live with the players forever.  A bad decision, a wrong move and it was all over.

 

However, those wearing the other team’s colors found great joy and relief in those last seconds.  They will relive that moment in their minds.  They will talk about it throughout history as a bright spot worthy of celebration.

 

Years from now, that photograph will mean different things to different people.  One might see it as a cliff, while another sees it as a ridge.  The same picture can both elevate as well as send that sinking feeling into the pit of your stomach.

Billy 1963

 

 

 

 

 

 

It's a little beyond over there

 

Mysterious forces are the primary cause of shoes coming untied.  Not, of course, to be confused with the force used by Luke Skywalker or Yoda.  That’s something altogether different. 

OK, while writing this I made a very serious discovery.  I am magnetic.  I apparently attract clutter.  I am a clutter magnet.  This room wasn’t like this until I got here. 

I don’t think you’re taking this seriously.  I mean it, look around.  I am surrounded.  Everything has moved in closer to me.  I’m lucky my elbows have the amount of space they have.  I need a stuff exorcist. 

When throwing stuff away, I have to ask myself, where is away?  It must be a place, but where is it on the map?

 

“Oh, the Parkers… they moved away.”

 

Yes, but where did they go?  Can you show me?

 

“Well… I’m not really sure.  I just know they’re not around here anymore.”

 

Good, that’s where I want all of this stuff to go.  Someplace not around here.

 

“Some things you just can’t get rid of.  Not sure why.  They seem to have some sort of force.”

 

Don’t tell me that.

 

 

ZC

Butterscotch

 

There are no reeds or water Lillys.  Instead, my pelican swims with staplers, pens and tape dispensers.  And rather than fish, all slimy and stinky, Walter offers me Werther’s as a taste treat.  I should also mention that Walter is extremely gentle.  He makes sure my fingers are out of the way before he snaps his mouth closed.

 

 

 

ZC