Unexpected She was a cyclist, pedalling down past the old fashioned shops on a metallic blue bicycle. Her hair flew behind her like a wild yet beautiful horse's mane, with faintly familiar brunette strands. An old name, gathering dust in my memory, sprang to mind. As we overtook her in our car she turned to her right, just for a heartbeat, but long enough for my mind's jaw to drop. For she was the owner of that dusty name, except she was gleaming. A lost gem. And as quickly as she had reentered my #life, she faded away again into the distance. ((inspired by the prompt; the unexpected return of a distant memory))

The Law Of #life There is a little law of #life; A law of endless glee. I'd do my best to live by it, But it's difficult, you see. Always expect the worse, it says, And keep your hopes right down. Then you'll always be surprised, it says, And you'll never need to frown. But it's easier said than done, sadly, And I guess it's a fact of #life That there'd be no thing called happiness If there were no grief or strife. So perhaps it's best to simply Let yourself be pulled along, For #life's still filled with love and dreams And hope and joy and song.

Irreversible Words. They last only a second, Yet forever as well.

Nothing We Can Do Time is a cruel thing; Speeding through our happiness, Savouring our pain.

Our Dependency On Cars You never really think about just how convenient vehicles and such are. But after spending two very rainy days outside in the muddy English countryside, with a drenched rucksack and soaked socks, and walking more or less non stop for five hours each day through fields and over steep hills, I'm appreciating motor transport. A lot. Especially since our torturous two day hike would have taken no more than an hour or so by car.