Words elude me. When something worth writing about happens, there's no inclination of what to say or how to say what just happened. It starts with joy and laughter, the presence of ordinaries chosen for lives extraordinaire and laughing as they tell about it. Then it goes to charisma eruptus, the life giver from another womb. See why these words should be elusive. It is intense, it is sustained it lasts five days and when the return to estasi flounders around the keyboard maybe the best remedy is to watch football. And indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
Rubbing its back upon the window-panes;
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.
Thanks TS.