This is about....nothing. Really. But this always makes me think yes, there is something, and maybe I was actually thinking about something.....Sorry, dears. I thought not at all.
Afterwards, though, thoughts crept in, in the creepy way they do. I chose for no reason to link this spiritually to Robyn Hitchcock. That is this: [link]
Something touched me, I guess. The thought of glass ceilings and glass floors...and glass hotels. Maybe there was a bit of glass bottomed boats in there as I did the eye stuff.......The other was just my hand, with it's usual accouterments, and stuff....lonliness if you must imagine....be that as it may, this is more about present and past, more about the physics of ghosts than I can debate....but I will, if you are up for it. My weary me, I just want to dedicate this to a non DA friend, and then to a DA friend, for pretty much the same reasons. First, Thank you Amanda. This is largely for you, partly because you like it. But most because of a word not much used anymore. Longsuffering, if that is actually a word anymore. You are so dear to me, and so very loved. Know that. I have another Hitchcock for you. Kinder. But first, I want to also give this one up, as it twere, to another friend. dual dedication. Bev, step right up, and be loved
I can never thank you enough for your amazing kindness to me. But, nevertheless, just a doodle and a passing thought, but to both of you amazing swimmers, [link]