an interesting and wistful fence of forgetfulness it is the tense that tells the certain circumstance instead of serving up unexpected occurrence.  these are the win-win instances that persist in the present despite any sign of turbulence.  it is the testing of the tail-spin, the taming of the vortex, the rear-ending of last year’s happenstance, the overtaking of last month’s happiness.  have received your postcard and am willing to resist the necessary pains to reconstitute the necessary reminiscences to complete the correspondence.  it isn’t necessarily that I do or do not pine for you, it is simply a matter of patience, patience that I have only in writing, only in the sending, only in the prescribed waiting, not in speaking, not in any real-time sense of leaving you behind.  be mindful of the rest of the world, be making the news joyful when you can and be most of all gesturing towards a next moment for a sense of safety and finalities and similitude.  we feel free all year.  you figure your own weight into an equation to determine whether you are right or wrong.  when you do this, you feel that there’s real tundra under your stumbling and something as solid as this sense of adherence to the world’s rules will never let you through to the next step, no matter how long the season or how far in the future the months seem to stretch.  there is an interesting sense of easier and  harder now.   there is an inference of eking and harping now.  there is an instance of elevation and harnessing now.  there is an infiltration of ear wax and hair oil now.  there is an inkling of erstwhile harkening now.  there is an iffiness of eating and hearing now.  there is an impishness of edifying and hindering now.  Are you something that had been hard to hear before that is just now starting to emerge into a way of being detected?  how does this sense of imminence effect a hasty prominence on your part?  was it partially pre-determined?  was it pretty much destroyed before you could even handle its punctured surface?  all of these extra breaches made a complex listening experience but you second guessed yourself, you weren’t sure who you were anymore.  that new sound hardened into cold ringing as if a bell somewhere was really giving out.  would it be fair to say that all the ears eager to get older were reaching towards the center of the emanated peal?  In essence, the more complicated, even if streaming as a complete and simple piece, has either to be seized or to be forgotten in a way that leaves the individual both ecstatic and grieving.  Watch this happen with the snow in its unknowing coldness: the snow only seems so easy because of how fast it goes but all reason settles on this very difficult seizing that occurs in the melting and the being, the mesmerizing as it falls sums up our midseason fever veering us over the eve of forever.