You are always right, even when being right is clearly wrong and leads to nothing but further chaos and perhaps distress.

Mel’s adopting dad hands her the mail, there at the door in his to-the-knee shorts with too many pockets and those glasses that he has never broken or lost

An unexpected visit.

Grass is powdered with dew, air at a standstill, river lying belly up boasting the sun's first glee.

Necessity, the mother of invention.

Saturday night down at the pool. Things go as unplanned.

Night withdraws and routine is bathed once more in morning glory.

Music sails out through an open star-filled window. The band members decamp to sit before the lunar light of a black and white television, watching a late-night movie—The Razor's Edge, The Day of the Triffids, The Misfits—scraps of thought just wisps of smoke, pouring cheap time from a bottle.

Bursting into bloom like blossoms driven by spring, taking the world by surprise anew… again,

Use big brushes and make broad strokes.