#6 While I Try to Write a Song

Sometimes I like to remind myself:

The day will come when Now is not normal, when I am so distanced from it that it becomes something almost comically strange, a scene played out through a little window, ignited by a word or a scent or a feeling that calls “Action!”

Funny – we have so little control over our memory.

That's why you must write things down, urges the little fire.

I can't help but smile. You really are watching out for me.

Crackle, crackle.

So bright? Okay. I'll post today.