This may be a 30,000 foot view of life. He's been in the planes looking down between the clouds to see a landscape, one that looks miniature. Tierra firme! He's a terrestrial. Feet upon the ground and brain sometimes in outer-space. The steam of hot coffee, a Spring morning that is shaping up to be a Winter morning, but that is all part of the cycle of Springing in the Northern Hemisphere. One cannot have Spring without som'more Winter. Winter may not want to let go (please allow a personification), much like this man does not like to let go either of that which feels safe and the comfort of the "expected". Then there is the "usual" which has changed and metamorphosed, and nothing is all that predictable. Covid-19 perhaps it was more predictable than he or anyone thought possible. Then there is the toy like scene from 30,000 feet of Ukraine and Monster Russia playing at something awful: war. Predictable as well, he supposes, but this is not som
A place where thought seeps out . . . sometimes out of the most unexpected places