Sometimes life moves in quickmarch.That split second decision, go! The goof up with the ticket, brilliant. Wondering, this once too, what kind of economic sense it makes to wait endlessly in queue just to taxi, or land. Marveling yet again at the mosaic at the subway, first the old man’s feet and then his words and then that wizened visage with the staff. Singing that beatles medley with the child, she’ll do all right, anyone who can sing ahardday’snightlovemedo in a row should do all right. The instant reconnect with S.So much said unsaid. Laughter. Walking in your footsteps.Yes, I know. What a lovely home, it has that distinctive stamp on every inch, blue green and kota gray. A retreat, but bubbling flamboyant and in your face assured, none of that shrinking in the shadows. That chunk of a gnarled tree trunk in the courtyard. The fish in that tiny pond. Green. Lush. Colors. Vibrant. Unpredictable. The walls around her bed are pale blue and white. I try not to think of the price she gladly generously paid, as I cajole, bully, laugh and smother,and sneak another spoonful of bland food in. Returning, yet another long wait circling the city.
Life goes on, in circles, patterns, trendlines and shades.