Until yesterday…
Why did it take seventeen years to discover this song? Have
I discovered it? Strange as it may sound, it feels more as though it’s
discovered me. Does every man, I wonder, get to a point in life where he wants to
go back to year zero and have a mother put everything to rights with a lullaby?
Could that be it? There’s somebody out there who might offer a credible answer,
but I don’t know where she is.
* * *
Yesterday’s posts were consistently badly written. I’ve been
editing them.
Today has been insanely miserable for several reasons, enumeration
of which would be tedious for writer and reader alike. Who would have reason to
be interested anyway? And there won’t be a walk tonight because the knee pain
is too bad.
One clump of daffodils in the garden is finally producing a
few blooms.
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