Pictures I like
I return to the town I grew up in, forty-two years ago. It seems the same. Opportunity to reassess arises.
I can review the past, while I face the future. Review before a test. Then apply what has been ingrained.
I run into a brick wall. I stop to consider the standstill. I listen for clues to find my new direction. I learn more.
She did not want to quit her work. She did not want to leave her own home. She did not want to be left by the wayside. Alzheimer’s arrives.
He’s ninety years old. He enjoys his work. He loves the feeling at the end of the day. Problems to solve.
The truck stands ready for an order. The deliveries have been many since the start of business in 1954. Old, traditional, habitual.
As it reaches its fullness, coming opposite to the sun, the moon affects the earth, people may feel its influence.
Grounded to earth. Gravity intense. Head in the sky. Reflected in a puddle.
A salad for a meal slows the pace. The munching is measured. The crunching is satisfying. The color disappears.
I am nonplused: perplexed, tentative but unruffled. I am still, I am patient. I wait.
On self-reflection, I find: joy in my toys and tools,reminders of strength in objets d'art, reassurance in familiar faces.
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