..and endings.

 This has been so difficult to approach. The end of a life is so much more than sadness and loss.

A great friend, the partner of a very dear friend and a big part of our extended family, has gone. 

Somewhere on a sun-warmed beach (under which lurks an un-named worm), a glass of wine, a pack of cigarettes and a searching of the blue, blue sky for vapour trails......

Learning to Fly.

A close word, sibling.

Is time a piece of string? an elastic band? a buy product of the industrial revolution?
Whatever, I had thought I'd got used to it, able to manage its vagaries and then last Thursday happened.
Time stopped. Then stretched.

That explained why no birthday wishes, no call, no catch-up.

Gone.
And now I awake and the day goes on and on until it is eventually time for bed, days since I woke up.

(From April 2018, R.I.P. Curly Pete)