And a stubborn thatch of leaves left, high above the lake.

Past due. As was I.

Things dissembled. That’s how it felt. Unhinged, de sprocketed, unwove. I remembered feeling wide eyed a lot.

And the days long. Decades of a day. By this abstraction, one month took eons.

Endless Law and Order, staring at the lake. Check for messages. Watch the high branches.

i was securely fastened to my fate. I didn’t like it, but I got it. I dint loiter but I lingered.

Those leaves need fall before me.

They are still there.