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NO WITNESSES
Monday Mar. 23, 2015
Very little distinguishes any day from its tomorrow.
Just days.
Consider which days you remember vividly.
Not calendar reminders, not birthdays, anniversaries …
When you rode a bike, that first time.
Or taught someone to.
That day we laughed till we peed when that funny thing happened – means nothing to anyone who wasn’t there. Means so much to those who were. Once only …
We get it, if it was a dinner party, picnic, or public event, but what if we were a crowd of one?
Once only.
In a chair.
On a street corner, under bridge, on roof top.
Alone.
When someone incredible entered our life.
Or too soon, too permanently and so swiftly left it.
Creative life, turning point, riding some cusp-ridge of resolution.
Too soon to tell.
Reality.
Can’t make this stuff up.
Mark Kolke
column written/ published from Calgary, AB
morning walk: -5C/22F, walking without Gusta (she’s already on holiday at the Country Club Pet Resort …), overcast/crisp, light breeze – feels odd to not have the shoulder-torque of holding reigns of scent sniffing wonder-pooch keeping me from any semblance of a strait path.
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