I wonder out loud sometimes about the lifespan of some flitting animal or other. This moth landing, will it see the light of April? I want to know. But then. Is it my turn to do the dishes? I want to read that trilogy again one day. This is how the mind goes. I am walking just so down this big street. That kid yesterday with the bright orange shoes, can you believe it? The way he could hold his whole body up with one arm like that. If only I could figure skate. Next time I’ll try the green soup. And sometimes it rains hard. Once in a big summer storm, I went walking with my Dad, my small hand in his. This has stayed with me.
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It’s interesting to see how the mind works, the way it flits from thought to thought like the moth from flower to flame. Sometimes, the way the synapses connect are not always understood by someone else, but we all have our unique perspectives and memories that propel the mind.