We caught the ticklish buses.

“We caught the ticklish buses
in an Eastern Madagascan head hold and the buses
immediately relaxed, knowing there was no way out”

– quote from”The Bus whisperer”  by Karl Gustav James Conrad Jenkins the third. published by Penguin Books 1945

once we wondered.



Once we wondered why. Now we don’t wonder anymore. The sky is or is it? we look or don’t look through the gray mist of this unsolid morning, as partridges scuttle through the dry undergrowth and spring-song waits for its moment.