I don’t know what or where it is, But I'm looking forward to it - one day, one eternity - perhaps.

Remembered Turf

I’ve got the password and I’m into the system.

It’s precipitating wet stuff out of the sky, but I’m warm and dry in here.

And tiM was blown away by his wet suit, the other day at the coast…

And now I’m just listening to some jazzy kind of music, playing on the stereo,

as we remember the amazing turf sculptures in Civic, in some abandoned bank office building, now reclaimed as art space for the common man.

One Tuesday in February

It’s a beautiful day to be alive! I have just stepped outside the building on my lunch break with a can of Coca-Cola and now I can quietly relax and enjoy sitting on a bench in the sunshine and sit and quietly sip on my drink. 

The quietness is interrupted by a helicopter flying overhead for a moment. 

A few more sips and the caffeine and chemical cocktail begins to work, to give me a "rush"  – or perhaps just a nudge.

One quick ten minute walk around the buildings and I’m half way back to my building. 

I’m a little puffed but feeling good. Better start heading back to my office soon.

One Wednesday in March

I walk outside into the glorious day. The sun shines brightly, another lunch time, another can of coke.

Sweet as honey. Sickly sweet. I find time to sit in the shade, enjoy the beautiful day and sip the sweet nectar.

Such a change from the stuffy offices –    air conditioned and closed and controlled climate.

My Brother. Oh brother...

I have a brother who thinks that he understands all about my condition. 

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