Unexpectedly

Paint roses, blossoms, and vines on your jeans.

Dance on a picnic table in the rain.

Read Plath, Frost, Salinger, and Kerouac.

Ask a butterfly to sit on the knuckle of your finger.

And when the sun sets, imagine it's the last time...

because it could be.

We are all the same, doing what we do...

until we don't... unexpectedly.

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Make every minute count because we really don’t know what the future holds. Beautiful images here Tim and the vulnerability comes through to this reader. Sunsets can come round all too quickly for some. Happy holidays.

Chris

[Relic]

I appreciate your comment, Chris. Thanks, and happy holidays to you and yours.

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

loved this. the first line reminded me of the time my friend Ben dropped acid and fingerpainted his jeans for four hours. there's something about adapting a pair of jeans that describes youth so well. yet as we enjoy these days, you throw in a curve ball: 'And when the sun sets, imagine it's the last time...' i loved this line. a reminder that life is short and that feeling joy in this blink of an existence is all that there is. a beautiful sunset, reading our favourite authors, dancing in the rain. that's life.

[Relic]

Great comment. Thanks, Ern.

[carl]

Unexpectedly yes, and without fail "we all disappear." I'm going to write a piece on " Then We Disappear" I like the spectrum of items you included in doing what we do - Nice piece of work - good thoughts - carl

[Relic]

Thanks very much, Carl.

[John the Baptist]

Indeed, any of us could be in a store when active shooter breaks bad.

[Relic]

Ha, anything is fair game these days, John.
Thanks.