Yesterday, I watched a small child, just past his fifth birthday, sprawled out on his stomach. . . .

I have a poinsettia left over from Christmastime, its red finery now faded. A few weeks ago. . . .

Today, I want to be the dog in the backseat of the car in front of me. . . .

Wind, waves, rain. . . .

A long time ago, I watched an interview of a mountain climber. I have forgotten. . . .

Over the past seven years, I have watched someone becoming rich. It has been a slow process. . . .