BLOG NUMBER FORTY-NINE: IT WAS THE SAME SUN THAT SHONE UPON US THEN THAT SHINES UPON US NOW

Thought I had a parking ticket. But it was just this, folded up and stuck to my windscreen in a cellophane envelope.

Silver, Not Gold by Den Ghostliven

We’d make a medallion, fashioning a dandelion daisy chain, awarded to whoever came first.

You’d heard it said snapped stems were cursed, encouraging incontinence in those responsible for the plucking, but it never worked that way.

I was ecstatic, despite the dangled carrot, limping past the finishing line behind you.

What sort of fine do I have to pay then eh, Ghostliven?.......