Enga mellom fjella

Time flows...

Time flows... or however Enya sings it...

ME:

I am breathing, not in a meditational way... just breathing.

Bought a 4gb SD card for me camera today! Only 1,990 pictures available... ***sigh***. Robin gifted me a 2gb SD when I was in Kansas in June. All used up. Talked to him today. Nice to hear from him.

So time... flows very slowly in August. There are storm clouds in the sky. Do I care? No. Not really. I'll sort more poems or read more poems or box more poems. I'll rearrange the geraniums. Dishes are clean and there's leftover emu&eggplant in the fridge. I'm not hungry. Should sweep and vacuum. Will I?

Maybe it's okay to have this break from buses, planes and traveling. I haven't forgotten about England... just don't know how to get a cheap flight. Mostly I just need to go...

So time flows like this river I look out on every day. It's low and treacherous, a harboring of flotsam, jetsam, the realm of beaver. I don't swim. I fear water. Like life... I should dive in.

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