Looking back at days of four instead of two
Years seem so few
Heads bent in prayer
For friends not there

This is particularly interesting to me as I become aware of having, most likely, more past than future.

Should I change how I live? Will I be remembered or forgotten? Do any of these questions matter? I suspect there are plenty of answers in the philosophical texts upstairs, for now I’ll trust my gut to inform me – it seems to have done a pretty good job so far…

Sun goes down over water. clouds, reflections, trees...

I do wonder if the people who named the Super 8 motel chain knew what “suppurate” means, and if there’s any regional accent where they sound close enough for confusion?

Now I have a few weeks to get through before it’s off to Blighty for a week; hopefully the weeks will fly by.