Things that go well

just a thought during a walk

Things that go well.

The pleasure of walking evokes a curious  wandering around the peaks and depressions of my memories, and always  in those interior landscapes of all things phenomenal, you come to mind.

 With every step I take, my thoughts reach out to clumsily embrace the fundamental flow of my thoroughly cannibalized conscience. Caught in the grip of temptation and rippling with promiscuity, I begin to throw and catch stones, until an inclination intent on wonderment forces me to reconsider only those  things that go well, and in so doing , I become absorbed in the moisture and softly vanishing  shadows of melting snow.