This year

Admittance acknowledged this has been a wonderful year. Lavender lotion and gated communities come with stirring conversations, Shakesperean sonnets, running charades, and axillian hells. Marriage happened and I am now sealed to an eternal companion. Light plays off our door every morning waiting for us to wake. Summer time featured mini-kites in a park and several lost boomerangs, Mexican food and NF realizations. Leaves fell in the fall stuck to shoes in the winter. We track them into our computer shop, as alien to them as a Neanderthal in New York City, 2047. Worlds were discovered, dismissed, and careful cases resolved in dramatic and logical ways. Sherlock Holmes has Finesse! A book was started and still hovers there, waiting to be finished, the character in the middle of an epiphany that the author does not quite have. A machine to render imagination has been constructed and will be in a state of perpetual upgrade. Distance was created and made variable. And, somewhere, a lost phone still needs to be charged.