we’ve been trained to wait in line to buy things we don’t have the time to make
in constant motion the moment we are living is already past
in the little things we can find enough comfort to last the whole day
maybe it’s a dream that we cannot wake up from or locate the door
a moment becomes a memory because we saw it as special
wisdom does not come from listening; it comes from paying attention
so many items from the past make me wonder what were they thinking
we hang on to things and ideas long after they are not needed
spring color arrives in an explosion that we almost don’t notice
before you can code there must be an uncommon recognized language