It’s raining and I have holes in the top of my convertible. I don’t feel like getting wet so I’m staying put until absolutely necessary. I have plenty to do. I can work on my book, or work on a song, my song, or someone else's. I have to go to a birthday party later in the evening. I have a friend who’s turning four years old today. I bought him some Coleman camping glow sticks in orange and blue for a present. I can’t believe he’s four. Kids are time indicators. When I see the kid I think of time passing, and then of course I think of life passing. I can remember when I was four. It doesn’t seem that long ago, but it was. My memories are fuzzy, but they are there.
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