To dream of the past & live in it still, is to forego the future.
Childhood is present & the past real. On waking, aching loss remains.
Most days you forget. There is always so much to do & before you know it you are busy doing the countless everyday things that make your life narrow & mundane. But if you remember to look out the window, up & over the roofs, beyond the rows of neatly manicured lawns & suburban … Continue reading Oxygen
Another day of waking in an office that is a home of Google meets & Zoom calls & working in Teams & cooking, whatever, on the side & being professional through a screen. Weeks this has been going on. At what point, you wonder did Unprecedented become routine? Another day of waiting, on hold, … Continue reading Perspective