... though perhaps just a slightly ' active' serendipity.
With a little kairos and kismet folded into a rather good predawn porridge.
..." thirty two". That was such a shock.
The same age as her namesake Katrina... And ten seconds after departing one another.. I...due my lack of care...and filled up with such a hopeful encounter......no one else... bust my partly trust old laptop.
Kairos: no more.
Ten years as good as occasional ramblin'
And in goold old George Borrow manner good diaries kept.
And rather a lot of in the 'field' recordings.... spontaneous, quite out of the blue...I think maybe are a real record.
That won't be in the regular history books.
Time soon to get back to them. Because the new stops. Even if it sounds like i have an ocd ... nope. Life ended 25 December. Not in a melodramatic hysterical way... just i had to Be somewhere... and i was.
All my encounters, many i always tell them why i came here... and that I love only one person, not born here...
Mind you... as we stood in the wild wind n rain...
" Ive never been caught out before. ..i always get the weather right... and no trees to shelter under in this bloody county...!"
