”Ever put soap in the fountain?” I smile, remembering a covert mission in the wee hours of the night during exams.

An eavesdropping from a T-shirt.

I am part of something if I notice I am.

There are no secrets in the snow
And yet all is hidden.

Which stall do you go for, provided the fecal vandals haven’t made your choice obvious?

Maybe there is an efficient time to be tralinear and also a time to leave something behind.

Small, comforting recognition provides a minute sense of order in the teeming chaos of our everyday runnings. 

The uphill separates the skiers.

My experience with the cyber-world has been much like a century’s-old sea voyage.

“If you want to learn about people, study what they throw away.”

I often forget roadblocks won’t always exist.

… it would have been filed away mentally as a pile of rocks instead of a weathered window.

In this dimension we are walking through a hall of mirrors, unaware of the distortions we take for truths.

Patience and persistence produce ponderous prizes.

To my left an open field beckoned. I could hear Julie Andrews singing.

Twenty minutes later she shut up.

Good thing the piano  bench had casters. When May’s riff rips, Freddy jumps up and strides rhythmically to the mike.

That’s the story everyday in so many aspects of my life. Find the ‘How’. 

They’re chasing me. I hear the dogs. There is garbled German, but I can understand.

The thing about resolutions is the interpretation of them. When I say follow the path of a good soul, what could that mean?

How do you know what’s left unless you use it all?