but then again...

 

 

So many thoughts

like dust particles

floating about my head.

Some find their way to ink

while a few just circle around

showing themselves now and again,

making them seem like old memories

or places I have been to –

Were you there with me?

Do you remember…  we were…

Never mind.  I don’t think you…

It just seemed so real.

We stumble into 2024
the absence of snow
brings with it a welcomed absence of
footprints.

                        Z.  Corwin

My Neighbor

 

He is sitting on a lawn chair in his driveway with his eyes closed.  He is enjoying the warmth of the sun.  I can see him from my office window.  He looks content, peaceful.  It is a rare occasion to see his wife outside.  Maybe once a year she comes out to check for her shadow, then goes back in.

They are good neighbors, quiet and friendly.  They maintain their house and yard.  He is described as a car guy.  I expect, in his youth, he could be seen with the hood up, climbing under and around his prize possession, tinkering with wires and hoses and things requiring adjustment.  Today, however, technology has taken his hobby away, leaving behind computer chips that not even a metric wrench can fix.

Alone with his memories and a few old photographs hung on the garage walls, he relives those old times and great cars and when you talk to him about it his whole dashboard lights up.

 

The Unseen Menace

 

It has never been about good and evil, or right verses wrong.  The true battle begins when we are toddlers.  Baby’s first steps begins the lifelong struggle with gravity.  That invisible force pulling us to the ground.  Parents laugh and snicker as infants attempt their first steps.  But look around the room.  You’ll not see the grandparents laughing.  They know firsthand the power the unseen menace has over life.
We install handrails, build ramps, design walkers and canes to aid in this ongoing battle.  It is, however, a battle we cannot win.  The best we can ever hope for is for a friend or family member to point and say, “Hey, your shoe’s untied.”

On-shore Winds

 The tall grass, reeds and palm fronds are whipping about, and the sky is darker than ever.  Seems another adventure is headed onshore. 

Inside, here on my desk, the winds are calm and nothing is causing my gin to slosh from its glass.  I much prefer the inside.

45 mile per hour acorns are pelting the siding and roof.  I dare not step out now.

I will be content to type upon this page until inspiration strikes, perhaps sounding much like the acorn.  Hopefully I will be able to distinguish the difference in sound.

We’re just waiting…

 

It could happen at any time.