richreality said:
So when do I get to go stroll the railroad tracks sipping on a six-pack of Mickeys malt; warm breeze blowing my white cotton blue pin-striped shirttails around me; starry clear dusk with crescent moon seeming out of place in a sky filled with pastel orange,blue,white; bats getting ready to shadow; loons, owls, swallows,all calling for feeding time; knowing the path my shoes skip to, dance to, all in solitude wondering not about the future, but loving the smells, taste and joys of the now.