A disintegrating force caramelized one building and adjoining lot, stochastic and abrupt, shaking the dust off, announcing “too close for comfort” while one breaths no more, explosive energy, I explain to

another about 1974, snap a few pics, board, wave, travel, stop, with a need for peanut m&ms, lost serendipity is when you interact by rare chance, or that intuition prompts, but take no action, eventually arriving in Walker, where the winds blow, country music pounds festively, nearby a waxing moon is accompanied by a planet Venus.