A quick stop

      Still yet is all too much of reality. I shake my
head in question. Joy yes. Almost suspended in air.
A breath taken from me.

       A laughter that breaks over the railings. All
the way into car. Oddity that was there, explaining
to my mother the quirky moments that appear.

      Now I continue my trip. Ah yes tea, coffee or a few
looks perhaps.

     Craft store even beckons now. Any moment away
from towing persons. Beads beads.

      Hmm awaiting for the speech to end so I can start
moving. Hmm

     Off off I run. See you in hopes. Perhaps. At the
nearest craft store.