what a surprise to see you. in a flash time shifted and there we were dancing. it was a wednesday and i was at a bookstore i love to visit in the late lazy afternoon. it’s a good spot to rest, read books and never meet a soul i know. there’s a chair there where i bend into the wind and sit as if i’m in a field of tall grass, or sometimes i press on the gas and fly. there is where all i hear is the softness of a steady wind and the sight of pages passing in a book.