We all do what we normally do. People who know us – know our way, our words, our style. They know our personality. What does it mean when they see something, or someone, different?
Are we different, or are they? Both perhaps.
I look back on this date with some powerful memories. Even a few can be plenty powerful.
Annual inter-galactic day of happiness. Rhymes with sappiness – like grade school valentine cards, fun to send, fun to receive. Except when we don’t receive one from that makes us tremble.
Or when we do.
Unlikely that love – giving or getting, will ever be well understood. We keep trying, searching and finding. Looking back, the times that meant the most, were often when I was paying attention the least.
There is a lesson in that I’m working on …
written / published from Calgary, AB
morning walk: 1C/33F, clear, sun coming up – Gusta thrilled with a new route and fresh snow-remnants to sniff; I sprinted up a hill and filled my lungs with fresh air and my head with fresh ideas ...
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