So, I took a nice long walk while the summer moon still arcs toward the west in a bluedeep sky, and didn't think. I just walked, and made scuffing sounds in rhythm with the cicadas three three two three chirps, and again. The cooling breaze moved the sound and smell of the ending summer season into a meld of melancholy warm and exciting chill of crackling autumn.
And so I took a walk, the dogs with the neighbors, the bikes with the kids, and thought of the recent years past. I just thought, and flipped through the photo album in my head, faded colors, misfiled perspectives, but memories nonetheless. The voices I knew would never again move the wind still wove feelings in a wandering soul. I counted the leaf edges against the blue orange line.
And I walked home. So full of clocks. Appliance, device, screen, a clock. Now! they say. It is Now. This happens Now. And Now has changed. It is Later. Later is Now. The old Now is gone, and will not repeat.
So full of clocks.
I took to my accustomed seat, and with the Clock watching and ticking my seconds, I slowly thought.
And I took a walk, windows of Now. Pages of Waiting for others. That one - I don't need to know my comment was Liked. And that one - what do those replies from faces I will never see mean, when I have lost the faces of those whose words meant all I could ever need?
One account deleted. One more. Another. I wasn't any of those names, anyway. A very few, however, I kept. Kept because I am there, and I know the value of what and who I find there. And I am happy.
And so, I took a walk, through galleries of joy, color, anger, release, despair and dreams. Here was a clock that captured true moments.
And I was Refreshed...
Listening to: "Nothing Else Matters" - Apocalyptica
Reading: James Thurber
Eating: Steamed rolls
Drinking: A curious tea