a friend and wanderer made a stop by my house just now, 1001 km from his house. I’d only ever met him on the computer before, but in 3d I remember he looked the same except richer in detail.
With him came his old father and a man with a braided gray beard and two big eyes!
I like this guy, the friend, because I’ve known him a reasonably short time but it feels like much longer than that, him having a magnetic personality and slightly eccentric ways. Just like me, he dances to his own tune.
Then I realised I’d lost my spark, so I went for a jog only 6 km but I needed to start feeling happy inside and of course it worked.
On the track the road was muddy and I saw the outline of a dead toad, camouflaged with the gray and brown road colour, but from his little frog mouth a trickle of blood which seemed to sparkle with rubies against this aforementioned backdrop
A sad sight a reminder memento mori