Dragonflies litter my driveway
Drowned in torrential rain
Once happily fluttering about
But never to fly again
Snails are stuck in my driveway
Sudden sun drying all around
Some crushed under my tyres
Their bodies smushed into the ground
As I drive to work this morning
Black clouds are moving away
The roads in front are empty
And the future is on its way
Gratitude Journal
I am so happy and grateful to Hayden for calling me out of the blue yesterday. He sounded in good spirits.
Looking back through my 1979 diary and watching videos of popular songs at that time is really stirring up my memory. I didn’t write much of any importance back at that time and I’m conscious that sometimes writing and photos become the only remaining memories.
With all this looking back though, random memories do keep popping into my mind – soon pushed back in the brain, but there somewhere. Big chunks of time seem to be missing but it’s in there somewhere – going to extract it out like a science fiction comic book operation. Excellent. All the events, all the pieces, mundane or exciting, make me the person writing today.
I’m not putting this together for posterity – will anyone care? Perhaps some sociology student of the future? This is my own exercise in understanding, my own investigation into now by investigating the past.
I was pleasantly surprised by a call from Hayden yesterday evening and he sounded quite bright and chirpy, more so than me; I was still tired, perhaps from the vaccine. Anyway, I hope we can talk more often and I can encourage him to think a bit more and talk to him without any judgement.
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