Quiet days. Sleeping much.

Listening to the sound of my heart. Rhythms.

"Oh, life you are so terrible so wonderful so brief."

Our species gifted at pattern recognition.

Going through my words photos recordings. Patterns. It’s the same for us all.

Our stories’ dreams. Our codes. Life codes. What we are and aspire to be.

The DNA of our Souls. All being deciphered by each other for each other.

Days go by

 

 

Once upon a time.

The sky and world from my kitchen window.

 

FB Memory. Once upon a time.

From my Covid Journals. April 10, 2020. 

The Emerald City is empty. Manhattan is striking. Empty.

This in mid-day. Including Times Square. I didn’t plan on going into Manhattan.

I went to my pharmacy and just stayed on the empty subway till I got there.

Everything shut. I decided to walk down the middle of 42nd Street.

Walked the Times Square traffic line in midday. No cars no cops just a few bikes.

It looked like an end of the world movie. Things smelled different.

Industry shut the air cleansing itself. The sky is noticeably bluer.

My social distance was three blocks.

Saw some folks far ahead likely tourists.

Airports shut so they may have come on an ocean liner.

Some are still foolishly going around the world.

Floating petri dishes. Such times. Be safe be well.

 

A bit late I slept through it.

For whom it may concern have a Happy Easter.

 

 

"...Time and again"

This is Lady Florence Norman, a suffragette, on her motor-scooter in 1916.

Which is odd because I just saw her tooling along in the park yesterday.

Seems she also has a dark matter pocket watch.