February 7, 2013 by allsho
Some days seem unable to take off, in spite of a warm sun and of Carnival and its pleasantries.
Some days just go on stumbling on every pebble in their way, like an old man on a gravelly alley.
Some days I am reminded that leaves fall, colours fade, chances end, and I am left with the regret of few far memories.
Some days are like poinsettias as spring approaches.
(Remembering Luca, an old older friend I used to admire twenty years ago, seldom and casually met since, who left with our unfulfilled wishes of catching up, some time).