Can you call anything typical..???..If so then today is typical in the Manchester Basin day rain dribbles down my windows in an alarming fashion the rain drops as big as dogs dicks, dribble into the mind, the shoulders go down and i reach for woollies when perhaps i should be dressed only in a thong…ha...it would perhaps rain even harder, or perhaps no rain at all, blessed in searing sunshine which would cast no shadows.People say it has been a good summer i close my eyes and think of those of long ago, smile hunch my shoulders and for peace let them have their dream for i have walked in better summers. The world needs so many dreams right now, with all the fireworks bursting around the globe in the name of Faith or is that simply the excuse to pull all triggers.
For me my self..i sigh….smile perhaps and keep putting a foot forward each day i am blessed to crumble along this rocky road i have turned down to melt amongst the sunsets with a glance back to the fork in the road, which is some distance now and simply a shadow of falling leaves some where out there is the Last Samurai….i do hope he is smiling today…so goeth...