We Knew Our Days Were Numbered. We

A Man Without Hands Came To The Door To Sell Me A Photograph Of My House. Except For The Chrome Hooks, He Was An Ordinary-looking Man Of Fifty Or So.

Happiness. It Comes On Unexpectedly. And Goes Beyond, Really, Any Early Morning Talk About It.

I Dressed And Went For A Walk - Determined Not To Return Until I Took In What Nature Had To Offer.

That's All We Have, Finally, The Words, And They Had Better Be The Right Ones.

Write About What You Know, And What Do You Know Better Than Your Own Secrets?