Our creations get overgrown with complacency. We need to dust them off, prune and oil, so we can learn from them.

“Didn’t you ever see that old black-and-white movie with Ingrid Bergman and Charles Boyer?”

Smile, it’s Spring!

Hate to see it go, but the darn thing had split; ashes oozing out, no more to be lit.

……….

In a moment of sloth, she reached for the sinbag.

Opportunity provided otherwise.

To be filled with light, the means to their end. A chlorophyll fight, are they foe or friend?

This is an eavesdropping about an eavesdropping.

Dam! That didn’t happen overnight.

Coincidences are not construed until you string them together.

Everything counts. Especially nothing.