I lie on the ground within the 4 Hawthorn trees. I expand like a liquid poured. Outward. Familiar embrace. Soaking into the soil. A moment of detail and abstract thought. My mind is a stone skipping over the water, connection on impact with the surface. Realization.  I am layer of the Earth. Connected again. Our separation could only be temporary.

To quote the character “Profane”  from the novel “V” by Thomas Pynchon,  Randolph Scott was… “Cool, imperturbable, keeping his mouth shut and only talking when he had to – and then saying the right thing and not running haphazard and inefficient of the mouth” … (I’ve never read V and found that quote in Wikipedia). I agreed but Randolph Scott was scripted, and he knew what the end was. I usually knew what the right thing to say was but at the expensive of not saying what was