Baboon and a handbag

So soon the last day is here. We woke up a little before seven. I walked to the church and took some fruit from the apple tree. Then I met them by the town square. We saw our translator and asked her if she had any change. She said something I did not understand. Thomas bought some milk and honey and pastries. We then asked how to get back to the hotel (Where the baboon lives). Julie dropped her satchel behind the radiator in the coffee shop. "Holy cow!" I screamed. We said our goodbyes after leaving the satchel where it fell. "Who needs a fancy handbag anyway?" Julie said as we walked away. Our driver came to pick us up and now I wait at the airport.

The center of fall

You look up and see the coloured leaves pressed against the blue blue sky.The wind blows and the whisps of clouds
fade in and out of sight. This time of year is a bittersweet season. Falling and death. Colors and various invigorations.
They are mostly of the mental sort. Close your eyes and float above and all you see is a bright carpet void of good or bad. Orange -yellow- red- green. I am below in the thick of it all with the colors and the pain and the busy deep breathes. Here comes the change. Here is the change. No one can stop the change. We only watch it parade past like a small town parade with ragged streamers and balloons and confetti. You can plan and wait and attempt to alter but the change still arrives on time. A high piercing scream into the center of it all. It burns at first but then is your only sense of warmth. Soon the sensation you tried to avoid has become your security blanket. Here comes the change.

Tree people

A truck was following me on the way home tonite at 2 am. It ran off the exit ramp of I-20 and into some bushes. It then later passed me while I was sitting at a red light.
I know 2 am is not a good time to ride on the roads.
You may think it is because of intoxicated drivers but really it is because of the tree people.
Tree people come out after midnight and roam along side of the roads looking for refuse and items they may eat.
They stay in groups of two or three and walk along the roads until 6 am.
Tree people do not look like trees or have wooden limbs but they do live in or near trees.
I would not speak to tree people or look at them directly in the eye.

Draw on your Hand

If you do not have any paper please draw on your hand.

Sometimes at lunch I will draw on my hand.

Sometimes in a meeting i will draw on my hand.

Sometimes in a sauna I will draw on my hand.

I like to draw on my hand.