I’ve not written a fragmentary for ages. Today is one.
The ristretto 2x didn’t taste quite as nice today – perhaps because I “only” had two Rich Tea biscuits beforehand, and they’re not that sweet. But a nice pick-me-up anyway. And it’s needed, especially at this time of year when the days compress, so that although they’re all of course the same length in hours, it’s the daylight that determines their perceived length. And the darkness of the rain clouds in the mornings has made the days seem even shorter (although the sun was out at 06:50 to give us the illusion that it would be a fine day).
That coffee poem is still percolating in my mind (deliberate pun, in case you were wondering).
With today’s efforts, the blog will reach over 320k words so far this year. I find that almost surreal, to know I’ve written that many words in just under 11 months. Of course, once Aggie disappears from here, the count will drop by at least 500 words a day, those 500 words to be written in private.
A friend of mine, whom I’ve never met, but whom I follow on insta is madly in love (for the first time in his young life, I think). I had a brief exchange with him earlier, urging him to write “the best poetry of all” for the woman he’s in love with. He assures me he has already started doing so. I don’t think we’ll ever see it, but I’m sure it will be rather good (he’s a writer already anyway). I did say I had been tempted to write some for him, using his words and making it sound like I imagine he would sound, full of boyish enthusiasm and excitement. It might actually go something like this:
love you i do
you i do
oh my heart
never have i
love only you
any other words
before oh you
I shall direct him towards this meagre effort.
M and I are out tonight to have “supper” with an old friend from my job (he’s retired now). You can find him in the dedication to The Immortality Clock because it’s thanks to him and another who worked with him that the book came to be.
All this together just goes to show moments can make great things, moments can change lives for the better. Not knowing what might be round the corner is not a reason for fear, but a reason for hope, for optimism, for joy. Isn’t that the meaning of life?
AGGIE’S ART OF HAPPINESS – CHAPTER 256