With Wings

Spiraling like ancient knowledge

Everything hangs in a still eternal moment, like a pause between breaths. 

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It was 6:30 in the evening or thereabouts, on April 22, 2019. I had an idea, took a breath, gathered my courage and set it whirling. It hasn't stopped yet. 

Walking In A Spiral Towards The House

Driving home today, the same old route in the afternoon sun. A whirl of leaves across the road. A sudden understanding came over me with a shock and a shiver, that this is already the past.