Time Storms

Weather, wind and a certain lighting and instead of cycling home in London it feels like I am cycling home in the Cape of Storms.  Cycling to the home I had all those years ago. The smells, the light and I am convinced I am back there, then.  But truth be told it is very difficult to know how it felt to be me in long ago years

Thing about him is everything seems to be normal, he is just an older man, drifting along into the general decline.  Some days he forgets to do things he should, other days he forgets the things he has done, but most days are just normal.  Sometimes he wonders why so many people seem to be naked.  And why they have animal heads. 

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