I wait with impatience…
for the end of the school holidays…
A story never played
Years had passed
The man had not realized that years had passed. Too many of them to count.
But counting he did. Not the years, gone. But scenes hidden from his memory, episodes frozen, people frozen, thirty or forty years ago.
For him, they will, always, be like they were then.
He does acknowledge the passing time, but he also acknowledge that time has frozen, a construct having been made.
Perhaps he is afraid of meeting his own past, the actions he did, or not.
A life is behind him.
A life is, also, open.
Will he judged for what is supposed to have achieved?
Or for what he aspire to achieve?
Cards juice knee wire
Seen in the avenues during my walk yesterday morning.
Sparrow: Climate change?
For a number of years I have been feeding birds, mostly but not only sparrows.
This year I have noticed that they are eating not as much as they did, last year included. The change of their eating habits is noticeable.
Is this just another manifestation of the effects of climate change?
Certainly this year has been hotter.