Yesterday ripens with fractional notes. The images grow deeper colors and tease me with degrees of clarity.  Few reversals, but amendments abound.  How often did I choose to not walk down wind, and on those occasions did my resolve last the full measure of making the point needed.  So here I am in today, looking back involuntarily when the flint is struck for no apparent reason that I can think of, taken to yet another image spent, the examination through a much wider tunnel. No use reaching for apologies, they can’t hear. The explanations left in small careful whispers, should I revisit and need to confirm a truth…