IN PASSING:

 

Found another shrine by the side of the road, two small bunches of flowers.

What’s the story? All these lives, all these memories, journeys touching other

lives. Joy, Laughter, aguish, pain, extraordinary fragments gathered by one 

individual, assembling a vision, a point of view – Experience, information & 

advice, replaced by silence. The journey of one life lived, remembered in the 

rain beneath a dry stone wall hung with ivy. Woke up this morning & found 

your mail, the sadness & relief – sail on brother.

 

(K)