1000 months

I am sat in a cafe watching the spiral galaxy of milk cool into being in the black night coffee before me.

I imagine a ballerina in a music box, sparkling, swirling; a segue into a memory faded in the sun and rain.

When it has settled, the liquid in the cup takes on a donkeyish colour, dun and homely.

I taste bittersweetness with a silent tongue.

And I take my time.

I am passing time.

Time.

How much do you get?

Fewer than a 1000 months.

I am wasting time.

To do list…

In between life and death, what is to be done?

black and white photo of brazilian beach

Anyway, I have been thinking about what I want to ‘do before I die’.  And on reflection I have not done too badly so far.

All I can really think of that I would really like to do before I die is:
1) See a blue whale in the wild.
but I will put others here upon reflection.
2) Learn to play Jesu, Joy of Man’s Desiring in it’s entirety on the guitar – I am about a third of the way there currently.
3) Complete, submit and have a novel published, to some (even small) acclaim.
4) Love and be loved.