Cliff's Notes

Hello my friends!

It has been entirely too long since I posted anything, herein.

Please accept my apologies 😦

Failing that, perhaps you could try to keep your hatred to a bare minimum. This is in light of the fact, that……. The author possesses a rather delicate sensibility 😉

I find I have become more and more distracted by all those little nonentities, such as living, these days. Oh the shame of it all! Well anyway, I shall hasten to taste of the communal waters very shortly, I am really, really hungry, and looking forward to reading all of your wonderful blogs!)

Love to all,

~CLIFFY

MIND WEAVE

(Inspiration lurks in the strangest of places)

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I Wonder…Is it possible to be in two places at the exact-same instant?

Can the human brain enable us to witness events that are miles apart and light years removed?

It feels that way, to me sometimes.

I was walking through a rural park, not, so, very far from home, a few days ago. I paused to rest on a wooden bench, and as I watched the people and their pets passing by, I had the distinct impression of being in a far different place.

Somehow, the tree lined avenues and the wood-chip-laden playground with its joyful young inhabitants, had morphed, in very convincing style, into something else.

The twittering birds, chattering chipmunks, and scampering squirrels were all gone; replaced by the hustling, bustle of a metropolitan, city. They became the growling of traffic, the honking of impatient car horns, and the howling of sirens.

That beautiful pastoral scene was no longer in evidence.

It wasn’t a distant memory, I believe, nor a trick of the imagination. Although, what other satisfactory, explanation remains? 
The sights, sounds, and all of my other sensations, taste, touch and emotional response, seemed very real.

I watched in fascination, and then in immense sadness as trees and swing-sets, mountains, meadows and streams became skyscrapers, hydrants, and all the Accouterments of urban sprawl. A veritable concrete jungle, as it were.

I don’t deal with change very well, that much I will admit, albeit, reluctantly. This is Particularly when the changes involved are neither a necessity nor an improvement of significant value.

A burly young man raced bombastically from a convenience store, closely pursued by a red-faced merchant; The latter, wielding a well-weathered baseball bat. 
The young hoodlum was fast, but the storekeeper’s batting hand was faster still.
As the kid lay sobbing on the concrete pavement, the scene dissolved, and I found myself staring, incredulously, as, in the playground, a concerned Nanny knelt over her sobbing, charge, . She was.tending to his scraped knee.

I arose from my bench, and, for a long moment, took in my, peaceful surroundings.

Life was good.

I inhaled the sweet, fragrant air and , with a sigh of contentment continued on my way.