Simple Theories

  Colours plan the coming day. Dark as stone or bright as wood, a gentle occlusion flickers the time. You saw the overcast and chances are. Clouds contain heft and fortune. The sight might try to die while you look away. Clouds caught the wind and threw it faster. Rain may plaster the day, snow may mass. Sun couldn't hold the green forever, tho we love to love. Maybe you sang about the boar's head feast, maybe you didn't. If the stars can't last, the light must be churned from elsewhere. Bonfest red dawn and dusk mix in the clouding. Focus to attain just the glimpse of something entire. Ride light and easy even tho. Words constitute the colours remaining. Whole seconds exist to see that. You are listening with your eyes.

  Allons enfants de la café : the town readies. Cite mayhem of Tuesday's needed verbs qua nouns, that the deed and saying might succeed. Coffee invents a bright point, evolutionary nova amidst trinkets of word. Say you can do it, words have collided bountifully before. The trammels of yesterday no longer worry. Clouds provide adjectives in the insistence of speech. A few letters meant to mean, and from where would you think they come? Two sunlit names sound certain:  Coffea arabica  and  C. canephora , evergreen and affirming. The lattice of ideas needs a basis, a strong community consistent with kindest enhancement. Be children of the greening sun. You think you think when you just have. Nothing is over till the coffee is cold. You have time slowed to the pace of thinking. Clangour recedes as the accepted promulgation asserts task and duty. Flow thru generously, we endeavour together.