Only the top deck of the bus can be seen above my garden hedge. I assume the bottom half is following beneath. But I'm not certain. If I can't see it, does it mean it's there?
I dunno, you wait for the top half of a bus to arrive and both halves arrive at once. Probably.
The wind makes trees dance as if no one's watching. Traffic lights; more reserved, lightly nod to the sway of the beat of a storm, safe in their knowledge that green follows red, that all this will pass, that the beat will survive, but borne on the backs of insects and leaves.
We keep track of the Currency of Time by focusing on the large amount we spend on work and building a life. We forget about the loose change in a dusty drawer.
Spend those small amounts doing what you love. Create. Travel. It all adds up.
You can't have fun in a dusty drawer.
Time is a well-thumbed, well-loved book, but there are always pages left to read.
It's not a book to be finished, it's a book to inhabit until you become part of the book and then it's your turn to hand it on to the next generation of readers. This is how the story must go.
one more mash of the bag
one more splash as I stir
there's no dash, there's no red flag,
this brew can't deter.
Time appears to fly
by faster and faster means
it doesn't really try
or so it really seems
from turbo-propped youth
to rocket-ship thunder
we're steered towards truth
and infinite wonder.
Last night I was dreaming of woodwork
That dream has now left me in dread
I'm stuck and I feel like a right berk
Stark naked in my neighbours shed.
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