Six Word Memoirs on Life Stories

kimb0 says,

watery envelopes found their way into hands this morning, whilst touching for familiar things in decorative boxes,

whose scent identifies them from mundane but diversely familiar cardboard scents...

perhaps it s the sizing fluids that manufacturers utilise during production,

they seem to have identifying olfactory tones each to their own, a kind of sensory dewidecimal.

what needed to be found wasn t, instead watery envelopes of jots made whilst in Epsom rehab for the visually impaired came about,

wondering and hoping got me to a general notes file on laptop where i had made secondary typed versions of handwritten scribbles,

before forgotten and lost to watery envelopes, folded halfways to become coasters for umpteen brews of tea...

from these placed cups and watery envelopes, weekly pictures were framed by a window there,

opaquely visible with imaginings of what the vista was beyond... apparently, roseby park, with it s pond,,,but i would guess that anyway,

the frequenting of gaggles and barks were as apparent as humming traffic, landscape gardening loppers and vacuums,,,

daily walkers rituals to work and school,,,and squeaking gate sounds of visitors to other residents.

i wonder now, how many of those envelopes contain tears,,, and words that inspired picking up a camera anyway,,,

just for capturing moments, for moments sake